I.
When I was born,
I was dead
In her womb I was bloodless.
It was Saturday,
and the moon is full.
II.
Summer nights
became a desert
the child in me
was a gatekeeper.
All that was left,
'til now I was dead.
III.
I grew apart
and my heart has swollen
'tis now I found I was fallen
oh, my heart bleeds for me
when will I not be forsaken?
IV.
Hymn.
It was tingling
the music of a bell
is my time here short?
The child in me grew apart.
All that was left,
gone by a swift of a wind.
V.
Tomorrow might be
the last breath I breathe
'til now I was dead
in the hearse I am alive.
By the striking of the moon, gone of me was the child in her womb.
Writing this makes my heart calm for a bit. Writing is such a healing place for all writers. I hope you write one today.