Born in blood;
Screaming, crying, kicking ,
a mother's one and only son,
and time keeps ticking ,

As a minute passes;
the bridges burn to ashes,
and reality seems to slip;
because time is out of her grips,

he takes his first steps;
as his mother takes a breath ,
with tears she wept;

as the seconds blow,
he grows from kid to man,
one chance ;
to not let the time slip
into the darkness and mist.

© MattTheOneAndOnly