By Adolfo Lopez
It’s funny, how a place
so warm, welcoming, secure;
Is the only place we can never return.
Granted, it’s a place of false securities
it prepares you for nothing of the
All amenities attainable, provisions provided
A place we all began, no matter where we’re from
Strange, how the safest place a man
can ever be, is a place so short lived
Thumping, Thumping, Thumping
We know not where the beating originates
but for the better part of a year, this beating
is our lullaby
The only place, where a sense of mortality
has no hold on the occupant
We know not of the coldness we face
all we know is warmth
Strange, how our beginnings, start with a lie
no preparation predates the harsh realities,
Safe. Secure. Small?
Why is our only world shrinking?
Invaders! Invasive immigrants!
tentacled tacticians, linger on the limbs,
hold the head.
What is this?
There is no warmth.
There is no home.
Cold chills the body, our new world is
received with the brunt of assault
Our shrill screams fill the air, defiant in nature,
yet to no avail.
There is no returning.
It’s funny how our safest, securest world
was a world of lies
a world that does not prepare.
The new world does not lie
the honesty is brutal.
The cold, the pain, the assault.
It’s a mere fraction of what lies ahead.
Oh. what of the womb?
What of the womb?