I am transforming within a sphere called womb, it is a magical world where reality does not lie, and where in silence I seem to believe in a beating heart.
I am tied to an impatient cord full of life and empty of death, which is what feeds my imminent hunger.
Blood boils in the rivers that form within my crescents, under a skin that does not feel pain or pleasure.
Thick bonfires of flesh form me in vulnerable matter, and it seems to me that Im in need of caress and chatter.
In the shadows of my sphere I don't seem to believe that I am afraid of time, my only desire is to break the womb, and cry of happiness and pain before the power of the miracle called being born.
And I want to be able to see,
and to be able to smell,
and to be able to hear,
and to be able to touch,
and to be able to taste,
and to be able to laugh for love and to be able to cry for hate.
I want to be able,
to fall and undertake,
to win and lose,
to forgive and forget, to believe and to feel,
to accept and remember to live and die.
be a human being, Is what I want to be able to be.
-
Author:
G.Cabús (
Offline) - Published: November 20th, 2023 01:17
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 9
Offline)
Comments4
Death is part of human bean we born to love amd hate as well as procreate…Death by own hand is never done by a real man…Death is the begin of eternal life…after all your senses you desire of feeling your senses has expired with in you cause of personal revenge…Death is only the began of eternal life….
~GO
Your words vibrate!
the fetus have their heart and senses but they depend on their mother and abortion doctor for their life, to be or not. sad story!
Thank you so much for sharing your poem.
I value your words my friend! Thank you for your significant comment! Have a brilliant day!
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.