journey

My essence gave birth before I.
Dark, hot liquid with the promise
of things to come.

A great mass heaves from darkness,
and sounds explode throughout,and
waves of awarness rocks my body.
Already, I grow old, time is not
my friend. weariness takes over, and
I recede back into darkness.

A decade has pass, and my being
still depend on the humanity of others,
to much is lost.

My hated friend, call life pushes me
on anyway.