A poem that I translated from my native language swedish.

Please, correct my mistakes... =)


Premature


I'm still in the warmth,
in the water, in the blood.
I am but I haven't been born.
I am weak and I am torn.

I cling to the cords,
to the bodies, to the meat.
The life you never had,
the life that treated you bad.

But I'll wait here in the inside of you.
I wait for the time that flew.
Let's undo the Caesarean section,
and begin a new.



Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2005-11-04 at 23:13

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Surei
Beautiful! The need to stay hidden from the world, to be in your mother, to be protected from the evil in this world...I love it! I wonder if babies feel like that?? Yes, if you didn't translate the poem, I think that I wouldn't be able to read it! Oops! But then again, if I published something in Afrikaans, I don't think you would know what was going on there either! Hehe! Beautiful still!
2005-11-18