The cry of birth
Caught between Life and death
With roaring and panic
Looking for hands but none
With glowing eyes.
Heavy breathe and gasp
But none to show
Dive right to left
Waiting for the Joy that ceasen't
All eyes curious and expectant.
All legs stiffed to the ground
Like a statue or maniquine.
All faces furious but anxious
All waiting for the arrival of the eternal Joy
There the Joy is,slow and relaxed
Though uncomfortable
In pain and agony she laments
What have I done ?
Adam and Eve, you're evil !
The man standing,
willing to help, afraid of danger and complications.
Why must I suffer ?
Baby pls come,find your way here.
There the Joy is.
Lying still.
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