The child
07.03.06 (3:37 pm) [edit]
The child looked up at god
Angry it seems
Stumbling and falling
Smelling of Rum
Weeping one moment
Laughing insanely the next
Eyes wild and hair eschew
Covered in his own vomit
While the goddess for the child
Cringes
Weeping also
Cowering with no time for the one watching
Fearing the strikes that will fall on both
Life beat out of her
Her spirit broke waiting only for death
Release into oblivion
The child hid
Watched and learned
The ways of a god and goddess
Understanding power and it uses
Seeing it fruit
The chaos and pain
Of a life wasted hurting others
Then in a moment
The child rejected what it was taught
posted by: fractalmom (reply)
post date: 07.04.06 (4:03 am)
i'm not quite sure how this one affects me. but it does haunt me. and that i think, is what you intended.
dawn
posted by: mitchdolittle (reply)
post date: 07.04.06 (4:29 am)
Some children seem able to overcome their background others
not. Don't know why that is. I suppose many can remember
when some kind of intuitive insight was arrived at and the
course of their lives was changed.
Peace
Mitch