Epidermal Iron Bars

tonisan60 on Jul 28, 2008

I will come back into my mother’s belly.

This body that lodges me
-a massive concentration of space-time-
is a jail, is a prison…
of epidermal iron bars.

If I had been made from star dust,
if I am a free spirit and a spreaded soul
how come I have ended so cloistered
among bones and muscles!

How it is possible
that this inexistent time
can be my cruel gaoler?

I will come back into my mother belly,
restarting this torture
when death would reach me
again, and again, and again…

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Comments (5)

tracy sardelli on Jul 28, 2008
excellent poem. thank you.
tonisan60 on Aug 9, 2008
I am glad that you liked, thank you for your support.
Hugs and kisses
Bertie on Aug 9, 2008
A mothers womb is the only safe and free place but we cannot live there forever. Sadly we cannot repeat it either. Bertie
tonisan60 on Aug 13, 2008
Yes, you are rigth, it is sad we cannot repeat that experience, or maybe we can?, can we?, relativity tells me that we can and do, but of course, relativity is still a theory, not a law.
Thank you for your friendship and support, God bless you
Lavia on Oct 3, 2008
I am speechless. Your writting is so great. I would love for you to read one of my poems and leave a comment; Even if it is just to criticize and ridicule. Whatever, you would have to say would be greatly appreciated. I have just started putting my poems on the website.

http://www.authspot.com/Poetry/Change.225959

Hi there!