It was once a seed
Looking for a home
It's always found making love

Always disfigured as it grow
Always in darkness without forgotness

Surrounded by water
Eating through a cord

Nine months later
my homes then emptied

I hear people talking
Is this a dream

I pop out into lightness
With a whip to my ***
I cry out and scream

Everyone Cry's
Tears of love
For this bundle of joy

The one that holds me
Is my first love
I suckle her breast
I then start to grow

My mom and dad
They love me so
Just as I need them most

Never knowing how to speak
They always know what I need

I jump with joy and just can't talk
To say I love you and we shall never part

my poetry is dead and I will follow soon
my words haunt
and I can no longer give them their weight

I always thought I was an opener
that I help those around me, with a word, with my presence, with an idea
but everything was just an illusion

at least if I could cry
but my soul is drier than the desert
barren land on which not even the dunes run

I ground the meat of the words, keeping only the shell for the world
my thoughts run wild to nowhere
and yes, my poetry is dead. at least if I had the forgotness