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.