Sometimes where we've been can still catch up, and make the mind corrupt. I can't imagine being born in moms womb, and don't even want to think of the doom.
From day none
I've been on the run
I started running in the womb
not knowing I was headed
right back to the tomb
This world preplanned my doom
I wasn't even in the room
had no idea of the coming gloom
It is initiated
at death I want to be cremated
Being out I can't imagine
being locked up like in a cage
I'm a claustrophobic
I get small MRI rage
Like a chicken born in an egg
please let me out I beg
I need my wide open space
or I'll have a frown on my face
I could not be an astronut
flying in a small spacecraft shut
No submarine duty for me
I need a big wide open sky to see
Us claustrophobics agonize closed in
I might just leave the den
For years I've been capture within
but my freedom comes from my pen
Trapped, bound and gagged until I came here. Eventually you will outgrow yourself and like a snake shed your skin or burst open and die. Thanks for a spirited look at your psychology.
I like the imagery of the "womb to tomb." Small spaces tend to make me feel captive. That's why I love living on the plains of South Eastern Colorado. Nice write.
WEIRD RHODY is a short story collection featuring five strange tales all set in Rhode Island and written by five Rhode Island authors. The anthology is a tribute to H.P. Lovecraft, the Ocean State's famed author of pulp horror.
After Satan negotiates a pact with God and unleashes his army of demons, a secret sect battles a diabolical prophecy that threatens humanity.
Release Date: November 21, 2018
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but my freedom comes from my pen"
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