Let your thin, and claw like fingers, grasp and clutch this life of yours,
Remembering the peaks that briefly forced themselves, above the spreading gloom.
The foetus of success, within the womb of your existence, proving to be stillborn.
Go back! go back and drink the pleasure of that dark and succoured womb,
Which held you warm and sheltered, well hidden from the storm.
Recall the shock and terror, when unprepared and blind, you were torn,
Irrevocably, from this your only refuge.
Dragged and pushed, unwillingly, into this harsh and unforgiving light.
The cord that fed you, severed for all time.
Return! return and listen to your frightened cries, which met with stupid smiles and blankets.
You staggered blindly through your youth, cratered skin and ignorance impeding progress.
Uneducated kisses and impatient entrances, into poorly illuminated caverns, led to unexpected progeny and hurried commitments.
Rewind! rewind and join again the errors made, the cast afraid, and you, now impotent, and lacking all desire.
Spread upon your goodbye bed, rheumy eyes wet with the fatal question;
What was all this for??????
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Owain Glyn
