My Childhood

I begun life in prison cell,
as dark as a bottomless well,
with no difference between day and night,
I cuddled myself tight.

Awaiting the day of bailing,
when I will be filled with joyful wailing,
and walk in the countryside,
with heaven on my side.

Only to be released and end up captured,
comfortably arrested,
suckling milk with no bother ,
a newborn baby in the arms of a mother.

 

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