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crippled child
The sound of 'pitter-patter' on your brain
is a cat outside your attic
tapping on the window pane.
The static wreaking havoc in your head
are the kittens falling victim
to your father, smothered dead.
The lightning you see flash before your eyes
are memories of violent streaks,
silent thunder-muffled cries.
The storm you sense is brewing in your soul
is a torment laying dormant,
as time ticks it takes its toll.
The steely handgun frozen in your hand,
is the crippled child you defiled
who then rose and took a stand.
is a cat outside your attic
tapping on the window pane.
The static wreaking havoc in your head
are the kittens falling victim
to your father, smothered dead.
The lightning you see flash before your eyes
are memories of violent streaks,
silent thunder-muffled cries.
The storm you sense is brewing in your soul
is a torment laying dormant,
as time ticks it takes its toll.
The steely handgun frozen in your hand,
is the crippled child you defiled
who then rose and took a stand.
Published 22nd Mar 2017
| Edited 25th Mar 2017
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25th Mar 2017 3:09am
I liked the vivid imagery. I saw the pictures you created first then put the concepts behind them in the second read through. It is almost as a child would see the world in pictures of life without the understanding of abuse. If you want to add to your already vivid picture you may want to play with changing it to first person though the second person has a certain element of distance that a child may experience and thus being purposeful. Well writ poetry keep it up.
