Power is weaning,
Body slumped forward,
Knees to neck,
Arms around legs,
Rocking back
And forth
A baby,
Frightened for it’s life,
Alone and scared,
It cries;
Yet no one hears
Since it is all alone
In it’s own emptiness,
A wasted life this pitiful creature,
And this is how it shall forever remain.
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