Priceless Possession Priceless Possession

Priceless possession

My mother’s womb my warm cocoon

The fragile thread that connected me to my existence

Loneliness an expression of demise

Sinking further into the wet pillow at which I rest

With a fear of darkness

As winter’s cold touch

Cluttering up the lifeless leaves

That starved of sunlight.

My solitary voice echoing on the walls

Alone In the stillness of night

I sense the thrust of age

And the lug of the unknown

Once again longing for that warmth Of my priceless possession

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