Content within a warm dark place.

why would I, should I want to leave?

Is this my haven secure and safe,

must I endure the strife of hell?

 

Warm I feel my mothers breast,

safe and loving till I rest.

Content to feed and defecate,

is this all there is to life?

 

For I can scream and I can cry,

till the wants or passions fade.

Blurs are all my eyes can see,

warmth and love and strength don’t leave.

 

Now I see another world,

knees and noses very high.

Hugs and kisses to endure.

Back to Mom once more secure.

 

Will I ever seem that strong?

Are they really all that sure?

Do they ever make mistakes?

Can they truly understand?

 

Many things are black and white.

Some are various shades of gray.

Is our life a colour code of

brilliant hues or subtle shades?

 

 

David Garlick (Sedated In Intensive care), Victoria, April, 1986