Baby-poem

blood and tears
drama,

sweat and brow,
cinema,

poetry writing,
eccentric,

you dream,
eclectic

malling and texting
normal

solitude,
the peace and the quite
exotic

noise and rush
always doing and going
busy forever
welcome

you are here exactly
at the point of

where i am. i wish
to go back to the comfort room
of my childhood,

but never mind, i am almost through,
and then back to the womb of mother

back to baby, back to you,
take care of me, i am lovely when
helpless.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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