Childish

Childish

A Poem by Nadia Zahran

Crawling up these stairs
So childlike
Rug burn at my knees
So much dust that I almost sneeze


Sneezing away childish days
Reminiscent of sandboxes and handle bars
Late night stories and closing doors
Open arenas that cloud my perception
Finger painting my thoughts away as my morals turn into clay


Water applied
Muck it up
Kneading away as I seem to be out of luck


Luck is too complex at this point
Hiding away in cubbies of time
Raspberry lips pressed against translucent figments of time 

Embodied on my lips is the familiar taste of lime


Squinting and reacting poorly to my pleasure
Pleasure measured by innocent giggles and games of tag
Rulers measuring too much of what is unexplainable
Inexplicably reaching out only to feel blank air as the façade sinks in


False faces pressed into fictional tales on unforgiving parchment
Too far away from these childish days to really remember what they were like 

To really grasp that euphoric feeling of carelessness
That euphoric feeling that nothing else matters


It’s just us and now
Not how and when
This reality is so uncontrollable now 

Not like back then 

© 2017 Nadia Zahran


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Added on December 25, 2017
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Nadia Zahran
Nadia Zahran

Ferndale, MI



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