Like wombs
I burst from pain
then drown through
tears
in afterbirths
of rain.
I writhe
like serpents
under blackened skies
but find no solace
from these deafened
cries.
From crystals bathed
in full moon's light
I kiss the wounds
from distant
pasts
but yet
the sores of this
life's ills
seek to ferment-
they haunt me
still.
Past lives cannot
my pains
abate
but it does not
seal
my fate.
For in this life
I hold
the key
to set my spirit
free.
Unshackle me
I pray.
I cannot
fight
the haunts that come
at
night.
I am left to soak
in the sponge
of my own
torment.
Unlock the gate you say?
My soul has fled
so
far
away.
In search
of peace,
to free
my sins,
I fear
that I must look
within.
