Crib.
Forged
in fire.
Hard
as stone.
Cold
as ice.
Years
in the
making.
Billions.
Limbo.
Hanging,
spinning
in a
void.
Crib.
Where
it
began.
Nowhere
to go.
Growing,
expanding.
In the
crib
still.
Resides.
Toddling.
Failure
to launch.
Infancy.
Still infancy.
Playing
alone,
stuck
In the
crib.
Looking
up.
Looking
out.
Hands
held
high.
Ensconced
in a
tiny space.
Long road
yet
to go.
- Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: April 28th, 2023 20:44
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 4
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