The Day the Wrong Creature was Born

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

Lives,

Born into it's own death,

Caught in the midst of transfiguration

It's confused body stays in the 

World it was never meant to be

Born into.