Trisha T.
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Poem "A Child Inside":
- published August 15, 2002
- viewed 453 times
Other poems by Trisha T.:
»A Jealous Glass«
»compressed«
»I know you don't mean it«
»no god«
»Psychopathic Thoughts«
»Repercussive handbook to self-harm«
»Spent lives«
»Untitled«
»we've got a killer«
Visit Trisha T.'s profile page
Poem "A Child Inside":
- published August 15, 2002
- viewed 453 times
Other poems by Trisha T.:
»A Jealous Glass«»compressed«»I know you don't mean it«»no god«»Psychopathic Thoughts«»Repercussive handbook to self-harm«»Spent lives«»Untitled«»we've got a killer«»A Child Inside«
by Trisha T.
If you parted the curtain
Which hangs like a morning after
Between today and what really happened
You'd see yourself
Sweetly transparent with
Twisted flowers of bouquets
Or a money-full of purse you earned.
You'd see yourself
Wallowing in despair for which
A small child lived and died feeling love
And for material values which could be eaten.
You'd see yourself
Resembling an angel in the dust
As you stood by the side of a highway
Not pretending to walk proudly
Then you'd see me
Crying at every mistake no one made
Seething over every star that remained neutral
And cringing for every bird that can fly.
Then you'd pretend not to ask, and say instead,
"There is a curtain in my way, mommy."
Which hangs like a morning after
Between today and what really happened
You'd see yourself
Sweetly transparent with
Twisted flowers of bouquets
Or a money-full of purse you earned.
You'd see yourself
Wallowing in despair for which
A small child lived and died feeling love
And for material values which could be eaten.
You'd see yourself
Resembling an angel in the dust
As you stood by the side of a highway
Not pretending to walk proudly
Then you'd see me
Crying at every mistake no one made
Seething over every star that remained neutral
And cringing for every bird that can fly.
Then you'd pretend not to ask, and say instead,
"There is a curtain in my way, mommy."
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