Not Very Well

A fire without a heart
Takes me back to the start
From the empty womb
To the crowded tomb

Please wait for me
I'll be there soon

Pulled into a world
Without any feelings
Can't remember
Our past meetings

To be born is to die
Don't believe all the hype
Diseased by birth
Cured by death

This is one of many poems I wrote over 10 years ago and have only recently come back to so thought I would share to see people's feedback as I start to get back into the swing of things. Thanks for reading.