There is a baby crying in the other room
I cannot see the baby
but I hear its crying
and I feel its presence
The cry sounds loud enough for me to know
something is wrong
yet quiet enough for the baby to keep on crying
with an endless energy
the cries echo in my mind, bouncing around,
but bouncing sounds too positive
shooting around, leaving bruises
the crying hurts me
most upsetting of all... I cannot tell
whether the baby is my child or me?
either way, my sanity tells me
I must take care of the crying baby