And Thus Was I Sported With Life Poem by Nyx C Styx

The Mother

Father

& Heavenly Father

Conspired in Union

to bless and burden this cracked clay

A seed from the Father

Womb of the Mother

A weary Soul from the ghastly graying Heavens

And thus was I sported with life.

~

Had I been born Holy

And able to speak rather then scream at the time of my birth

I would ask

"How dare you sport thus with life"

But the blessings and burdens of Life

weighed heavy upon my infant tongue

and all I could do was

Scream