Again

I was waiting to be born again,
But I couldn’t see the forest for the tree!
I was in a darkest sphere with no lights
My heart was beaten to the ground where
I see the ground bursts due to lack of moisture
Nevertheless, I was just waiting to be born again.
And I see,
Some yellow jackets are busy spreading poison with penetrating holes
I shouted out! I could not escape!
Again, I fell in the dark and felt that;
darkness is our traditional destination
Therefore, Isn’t it better to be accepting darkness?
I realized! And I declared to be free
Then, I didn’t wait to be born AGAIN!

Author's Note

A loser's depth ill condition

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

maybe we find our own freedom not in the light but in the darkness...and maybe we accept what we should not...give up when we should fight on.
this poem gives us a really strong look at that dilemma...the feelings when we are in that darkest spot, and the decision as to whether or not to stay there safely...or come back out of the womb for a second time.
j.

[Ren Nightshade]

Wow...we are much alike you and I.

Keep it up HB!

[HB Rita]

ha ha ha! Might be. Thanks.

[Ren Nightshade]

No problem I enjoy it!

[gram linski]

A good poem and a dark piece, you should wait to be born again, and keep on writing into the black drunk of night, all night.

[HB Rita]

ha ha. ok I will wait to be born again Gram!! Thanks for your review.

[John the Baptist]

Has the sound of either a bad dream or a revelation. The last lines seem to be a comment on the value of non-resistance.

[HB Rita]

You got me right John. Thank you for reading it.