The critical crowd I cannot hear
has gathering behind me now
focused on my faults, they gossip,
weighing heavily on my furrowed brow...
If I turn around now and peek, or listen
It will be the pinnacle moment
Of shame and rejection in my life-
So I dare not move. I am frozen.
If I unplug my ears now, as I'm yearning
In will rush their deadly schisms
My hair stands on its curly ends-
Will they tug at my fingers
Or tap tap tap me on my guarded shoulder
Just to torture me with it?
I know they are moving closer- I can feel it-
My sixth sense is burning, ringing…
More have arrived, the room is full now
Of the mature people that I fear-
not a kind word among them, their eyes are piercing
I know the terrible things they are saying-
Oh, if only I dare hear it…
of the billion, trillion clocks in my head...
...it is similar to the time the dwarven demon
was dancing around my bed one morn
Just waiting for me to open my eyes
So he could jump inside and take control
of my soul-
"If he is real then so is God,
and since I'm on His side
I've nothing to fear..."
and so the demon disappeared.
God touched me on my slumbering bosom
approving of my divine conclusion...
But now, with people of selfish reason
There is no logic that will appease them
If I hear what they are saying now
I will be condemned to live in terror…
My fingers, I decide, with less than logic
Will stay in my ears, like a jailor
beginning this moment,
forever.
Adding your comment:
Your daughter,
I liked the originality put into this.. You're the only one who thought of it as an attempt to block out hurtful words made by a critical crowd. Very creative! Thank you very much for taking the challenge and entering!
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