There is a place called the safe-housed box.
You’ll be wrapped in your swaddling cloth.
You’ll be rocked back to deep sleep
and no more sound from your peep.
You’ll have no more need to feel deep pain
or the loneliness for being you.
You’ll be counting lots sheep
and forgetting how to weep.
The milky draught will make you alive —
to start all over like someone new.
The price to pay is too steep
for those who take the first leap.
A poem of three, four-lines stanzas in 9-9-7-7 syllables with abcc, decc, fgcc pattern.
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
Oh, John Jr! That’s longer than I would ever imagine, especially for your conditions! So I shouldn’t rant like this…