Light shining
outside
Now it’s gone,
the door is closed
I am on my own
Candlelight
flickers
But that too will
soon leave me
But never alone
They’re under the
bed
Laughing,
scuttling and hiding
They are real to
me
Since birth they
have been
My companions,
hurt, naked
They told me
their tale
They were but
little
Children denied
life, held back
With no place to go
With no place to go
I have what they
lack
They are not imaginary
But denied a chance
They never took
root
Why can’t I see
their faces
crying for a life?
A sad and tender story about little souls who never felt the joy of life. My heart hurts for them, but then I believe they will have another chance!
ReplyDeleteInteresting - a fine write!
ReplyDeleteThis poem has so much symbolism in it. Small children in dreams most often signify creative energy or endeavors. What a metaphor that makes. Thanks for your visit,
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Oo haunted. Yet, they're not imaginary, yes children lacking all we have do exist. I like the tunes in the first 3 paras :)
ReplyDeleteYes, the wordle does lean toward children!
ReplyDeleteDon't listen to them. Listening just makes them multiply.
ReplyDeleteMy first thought was drawn to the movies, like the one where the little boy says; "I see dead people."
ReplyDeleteThere are great mysteries - and if one would like to believe there are possibilities for happy endings.
My non-story also went to children who have little or no voice:
http://julesgemsandstuff.blogspot.com/2013/02/sunday-whirl-96-short-elfje-quad-wave.html
This is sad, and beautiful. Well done.
ReplyDeleteThey used to scare me silly, those children under the bed. They wanted to grab my ankles so that I had to jump to get off my bed at night. Thanks for bringing them back. I'll probably have nightmares. ;) Strong write, I enjoyed it. Thank you.
ReplyDeletePerfect paranormal peculiarities.
ReplyDeleteI think that you make have a changeling infestation. Quick! Boil some water in two eggshells. They will laugh and the fairies will come take them away.
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