Bear Me and I am Born

If I die in the gutter today, stumbling blind and stuttering,
Will you help me on my way?
Will you place copper lids upon my eyes?
Will you pay my fare across the river of life’s forgetting?

Opium fuelled madness,
A heart lone sadness
Bloodshot eyes
Bloodshot skies
Barren desert distress

The earth is mine to wander
My mother to love
My lover to adore.

Close the blinds to find your mind
Take the time commit a crime
How does it feel?
Do I seem real to you?
Do you feel as though you could reach out?
Could you touch me if you wanted to?

The kiss of bliss is mine to miss
What strange a life, a world is this.

Electric light made day from night
The blind by touch received new sight.
Still they may stare into the eyes of the sun god swallowing.
Still we are left wallowing in pity our own
Still we are to call the hive our home.

Leave the city bleeding
Go breed within the shadows
The catacombs of hearts torn and hollow.

Wear me I'm worn
Tear me I'm torn
Bear me and I am born

poem by David Lacey
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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