Hideaway

i dream back of the past, where the womb i stay, is nothing
but a place where i can be in a day.......

moving out is not but a dream that everybody is busy, looking
something that everybody couldn't see......

my thought is humble to think that, in the shelves i use to play is
but a womb's mother i usually think that it is easy to be free....

i always ask even if it takes lust, all the memory is gone, only
the bad things is fun....

all it seems, it is fine and everything is with me, knowing i made
it for that day, wandering for every joy would leads me to make
me happy.....

i have stand on my own, i know where i go, believing that i am a
little god, great as it could be, never i hold to the womb iam
fold.....

innocent as a child, all day long i wait to the mother breast i suck,
to the milk iam glad, leaving behind the pain i my hands

let the hideaway may come in my dreams i stand, may you always be
in my mother womb i stay..... for only in my mother's womb.... i
could be free

poem by Antonio Liao
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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