We paid for our nightmares - at least we should enjoy them... yes?
"Behind Closed Doors..." There are monsters under the bed... if I just lie here oh so still and oh so silent though the tears are flowing down down my cheeks onto my pillow in the dark unseen maybe just maybe ...they'll come out and play.
Oh gawd I remember the many sleepless nights as a child because I feared what I could not see. But never...never did I ask them to play. xo I loved this.
I can certainly try to understand what you have envisioned so clearly here. I was the eldest and protector of my little sister, we went to sleep at night with me holding her hand across the expanse between our twin beds. Your tears here make me wish I could somehow comfort you that way. Oh, my! Your writing touches my very heart.
Us kids, still think of hope as our blood water and late night fling. We don't fully comprehend the shadow of even the empty rivers of can leave behind.
I think, even, some babies are lonely, unwanted, and unloved. Our parents allowed us to keep the bedroom doors open (not good in the case of a fire.) However, my dolls became evil monsters staring at me, in the dark. My parents bedrooom door, maybe six inches from mine, became a trudge through a haunted wilderness from me, in the night. I don't know whether as children we feel loneliness or fear of being alone; not much difference, really.
being a single child of working parents, i guess i sometimes felt lonely, but i guess somehow i always liked being in solace...i guess this loneliness eats me up now...or mayb sometimes in the growing years...but i liked the way you penned the feeling...brilliant!!!!
i don't think i was ever really lonely as a kid, i guess i was one of the lucky ones, childhood was kind to me. this poem is just heartbreaking, i hate to think of kids unhappy.
"Life is a terminal disease." All the doctors have basically told me so.
"Life is an adventure... Pain, well you deal. Thanks for being here. 06/21/2020
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