Cold, dark
I cannot see, I cannot move
I am trapped;
This is my maternal prison cell.
The umbilical cord;
A chain, binding me to the wall
Of this God-forsaken place.
Confined, I kick
I scream silent screams
Never to be heard;
It does not care.
I am alone; I am sheltered,
“Safe” from the outside world.
I wonder, is this life?
I am a hostage of this thing.
It feeds me, it protects me
But that is all;
Nourishment through material objects.
I hear, but only echoes,
A mother’s tearful regret;
I am a mistake,
A burden, A parasite
Living off of her
With nothing to repay
The debt of life.
Freedom; I know this word.
I can feel it.
There is something beyond this place;
I must escape to embrace it.
Cold, Dark
Helpless, I wait.
My chance will come,
For life is calling
From outside The Womb.
~FIN~
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Submission Name: The Womb
