Phantom Child

I feel my voice, see the child of memory with the snake coiled around his kneck wishing to be freed.

Tears well up

forcing memories long repressed

to surface

from the dungeon in my mind.

 

I feel my voice

as it slithers in my throat

longing to be freed

from the snake like coils embrace.

 

This child inside

peering at me

with his sad expression

wishs to leave those cherry wood floors.

 

To find closure

away from fears shadow

the red floors

and plaster white walls.

 

Yet how to explain

to your inner self

that the world is boundless

and good life is limitless.

 

Author's Note

Still searching for a way to make the image leave, maybe I have forgotten something important, repressed something that shouldn't have been.

Reviews

[grapefruit261]

Beautifully written. And true, if only getting a closure from the things was that easy, Life would have been much more rosier than it is!

[Star Shaped Heart]

ya maybe