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Cold,
Cold is my shelter,
Cold is all I’ve known,
Cold is all I’ve been,
Cold is where I belong,
Cold is what I am,
Is there anything more than cold?
Warmth,
This experience is the most alien I have felt,
I am filled with fear and awe,
But I am neither drawn nor repulsed by it,
What happens to me now?
The cold, my home is taken from me,
What becomes of me now?
Drained,
I am opened and dissected upon,
My very insides are taken from me,
My soul is drained without a pinch of remorse,
Emptiness is all that is left of me,
Soul-less and empty I am thrown away,
Left in the dampness of the ditches.
Noise,
From the ditches I am taken,
A new life has been blown into me,
The children rejoice as they fondle me,
Is this what I was meant to be?
The noise is sickening but melodious,
The noise clouds the sounds of my endless beatings.
Darkness,
The children grow tired of me,
The dampness of ditches calls out to me,
This time accompanied by the crash of the rain,
I am moved and displaced,
Truly an experience to dread,
The warmth and cold are gone,
Now I am welcomed by the dark.
Acceptance,
Days into weeks into months,
I still lie in the darkness,
Drifting in a pool of sickness,
My journey seems to be endless,
But I am unworried by this,
Now accepting of this reality.
Splash,
Dark seems to be coming to an end,
Light and warmth now welcome me,
Splash! The winds now lift me,
I now drift not in sickness but in serenity,
Lost in a pleasant sensation,
A new life begins in the open sea.
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