"I ask you,
whose child is this
with open jaws
abuse pouring
without cause
from purple lips?
At ten of our years
she’s a mighty sage
all knowing
no matter her age
she is crowing.
Above the shoulders
a grimace grows,
the countenance
of an ageing shrew
strikes a pose.
Tongue-spitting venom
at burning ears
the eyes of a sniper
too old for her years
are cold and grey.
I watched with sadness
at a soul so small
bleeding and raw
was a whisker away
from madness.
The demon extracted
totally spent,
tantrum forsaken
woeful and bent,
she is weeping
from some deep well,
a child in hell.
crying for her mom.
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Great description of a child's angry and frustrated emotions out of control. I wonder if it's sadder still that we learn to suppress them. Either way, you have captured the moment well...alby
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Truly amazing; so precise and accurate in describing the actions and feelings of the child who is experiencing that loss of control. Very moving. Lita
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Thank you lita I have seen a few of these in the supermarket lately, Sad,
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