Imprinting Stare Poem by Stuart Logan

Imprinting Stare



I sit upon the earthen floor,
Staring up at my first vision.
My true emotion revealed.
But as I Imprint,
I am torn away.
My delicate eyes burnt beyond the purpose of pain.

I am the butterfly,
waiting to pervade the shell of my cocoon.
I am the spider,
Waiting with omnipotent patience,
To drink my fill.
I am the serpent,
Cursed with the destiny to slide among the lowest beings.

But most of all,
I am Human,
Blessed with emotion, Cursed with Heartache,
I learn, live and love.
I am Man.
And I shall arise again.

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