He is a shadowed star child
He is the pale light piercing atmosphere
Looking for life to care for him
Breathing poisoned air
When the womb wants him no longer.
Time comes when bones bend bizarre
And mind goes sideways
His living becomes torture to others
Caring smiles turns to sardonic grins
Helping hands grow short and cold.
He is no longer life cherished in their heads
But a strange alien not belonging to living
Once wanted color becomes a burden
Desired touch retreats beyond horizon.
His breath is shortened with time
Yet his light not all gone
Once extinguished, energy come back
In another field, another womb.
He keeps reappearing,
Broken body and mangled mind
Reborn until we understand
His spirit keeps looking for care unconditional.
the image was copied from https://phys.org/news/2014-09-cosmic-dark-clouds-sunshine.html and shadow-mangled by me. thank you.
Trezvennost II 