Pulled from an eternal nap, we're torn
from sweet serenity - we're born
screaming bloody-murder, and gasping
in the horror, and to our previous life, still clasping.
Screaming infant in pain; paralyzed;
same old soul, but with a new pair of eyes-
Somehow remembering who we were before
and why; letting go of a Self, and screaming
'till all memory has passed-
A newborn baby's tears are waves upon a new life's shore-
Somehow so sad to leave all the 'one-and-only's behind;
Best friends; mothers; a husband; a wife;
Bloody-murder scream as they are stolen by ancient wind
-So sad to say farewell
to friends in the Attic of the Past
and, in a new life
go further down the Eternal Stairwell.
beautifully told, and eloquent - - the rhyme scheme is great, and guides you through the poem very nicely. 9++
ray, groovy story. true? i wonder. i like to think my first drafts are the best but luckily i often make little changes. i'll look at one more of your poems now before i get on with other stuff. eternal stairwell....i like it! bri edwards
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great efforts applied in maintaining the rhyme scheme, I appreciate it :)