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Some Children Have Nightmares (tentative title)



the photo on the bedroom wall
insinuates distress
three siblings staring forward
each with separate faces
while a hollow house with
eyeless windows glares sullenly

I search for some clue of myself
and find that little here remains

I make a thousand wishes
rocks skimming across a shallow stream
of thoughts

I wish we'd known each other better
I wish we were made of more enduring stuff
some people are not meant to last
or even to be
themselves

so
how do you teach a child to trust
when there's nothing to hold onto
how do you teach a child
it can be alright

in dreams my childhood house has collapsed in on itself
while roaring flames have consumed it
from underneath
Hell surely had come to claim us
and carry us back down into the earth
on an rickety boat straight to
the river of forgetfulness

the Past intrudes
when you least expect It
It doesn't knock
It lets itself in
and tries to lock the door
from behind

some children have nightmares
some adults seem all grown up
on the outside
but are small little people cowering
from
far and wide
and deep deep beneath

you can only see them
when you really look
and who really
has time
or the patience
or the insight
to see them?


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