Thursday, December 20, 2007

re·gres·sion (rĭ-grěsh'ən)




It was better then when little and helpless …
inside a dark poach …

Instead of the blinding light
t’was a tranquil darkness

Instead of akwardness
in a comforting position….where knees are curled…
….. hands embraced the body

Instead of noise
….a constant wave…
… heart beat that overcomes the silence
and after A

TUNNEL PASSED

Instead of beasts and vampires
A loving woman …
being snuggled…loved cared

…..nothing to worry about ….

When
just a soft cry but proudly …

… all needs are given and met ….

and then put in a hush…

now i am not …

just want to be back there…. nowhere else




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