This One And Only Life Poem by Owain Glyn

Let your thin and claw like fingers grasp and clutch this life of yours.
Remembering the peaks that briefly forced themselves above the spreading gloom.
The fetus of success, within the mass of your existence, proved to be stillborn.
Go back! go back and drink the pleasure of that dark and succored womb
Which held you warm and comforted, well hidden from the storm.

Recall the shock and terror, when unprepared and blind, you were irrevocably torn from this your only refuge.
Dragged and pushed, unwillingly, into this harsh and unforgiving light.
The cord that fed you, severed for all time.
Return! return and listen to your frightened cries which met with smiles and blankets.

You staggered, blindly, through your youth, cratered skin and ignorance overwhelming progress.
Uneducated kisses and impatient entrances into poorly lit caverns, led to unexpected progeny and hurried commitments.
Rewind! rewind, and join again the errors made, the cast afraid, and you, now impotent and lacking all desire.
Spread upon your goodbye bed, your rheumy eyes wet with the fatal question,

What was this all for? ? ? ? ? ?
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