Priceless possession

Priceless possession
My mother's womb my warm cocoon
The fragile thread that connected me to my existence
Loneliness an expression of demise

Sinking further into the wet pillow at which I rest
With a fear of darkness
As winter’s cold touch
Cluttering up the lifeless leaves
That starved of sunlight.

My solitary voice echoing on the walls
Alone In the stillness of night
I sense the thrust of age
And the lug of the unknown
Once again longing for that warmth
Of my priceless possession