Selfish

I want to love,
To hold in my arms 
Unknowing existence;
To guide it
As it breathes,
Lungs ablaze with the air
Of passion,
Of pain,
Disdain.

I want to love,
To give everything for
Involuntary life;
To ensure survival
As it grows,
Bones aching with 
“What is the meaning?
Why exist?
Why persist?”

I want to love,
To be just so proud of
This unsuspecting,
Cornered soul.
To think just how lucky 
I am to have 
Burdened by breeding,
Intervening, 
Creating this being
Now fleeing the alteration-
Of-generations.

– E.B.