On Birth:
The bell chimed once, forgotten
Lay a carcass, unattended and rotten..
Aspirations that will never see light of day,
Bloody streaks hidden behind a cyan sky…
A magician in a bottle rocket, a product of disappointment and dismay
Came knocking a second time, nothing could save,
A smile that never did glow, a playground made of a grave!
Reduced to crimson gloves and defeated sighs,
Salty tears on a white face…
A champion in a closet, a guardian of lows and hopeful of highs.
Third time was a charm but was it right?
The cries tore through the pall of the dark night..
A life had taken shape, little fingers, shimmering eyes,
An honest soul greeted with grief, the sighs still resonated
Trapped within the prison of disgust, born into a fantasy of lies!