The Primitive

The Primitive

I suffered catastrophic neglect
I was a cloud to be seen drifting across the sky
Please hang on to my legs
Don’t let me rain and die

Then some light began to shine through
A cell started to divide
Into the complexity of a brain
Giving substance to my mind

Alas, it was already too late
I had to look on as others lived
My feral days were over
I became a primitive

The Outsider

I have voices that have never spoken
I have fingers that have never felt
I have a heart that is un-woken
I have cards that I’ve never dealt

I lived my life in darkness
I was buried in my grief
I couldn’t say I love you
For the gnashing of my teeth

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances.

4 thoughts on “The Primitive”

Leave a Reply to blackbird212012 Cancel reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s