The Fool the Child
THE FOOL AND THE CHILD
To be absorbed by it is losing your mind,
no longer aware of, space, shape, or time.
To have it surround you is being untied,
no longer afraid to let go and just ride.
To let it engulf you is you being born,
only this time, from yourself you are torn.
To know it believes in you, is a trampoline
that tosses you higher, then higher again.
To summon it whenever you want it around,
is a buried treasure still deep in the ground.
To wonder about it, a painful yearning like you’ve never known,
a lesion that wont heal , over time it has grown.
To see it removed is watching a surgeon removing your thoughts,
amputating, and severing all you have got.
To know it was stolen is a three alarm fire,
a raging inferno burning up your desires.
But to know it was you, who let it slip through,
who carelessly sat while it all came unglued,
frozen with fear, made not one move,.
You snipped the last thread that held it together,
could’nt care less, one way or the other.
Well this is the child whom pretends to be grown,
a lover without a love of his own,
a shelter without one to shelter from sun,
a fool who continues to fool no one,
except himself and himself, alone.
and knowing this child is knowing one thing for sure,
this kid, I’ve seen standing outside my front door,
Looking hungry, and sad and with peculiar temptations, luring the fool with false admirations.
Copyright © Dina Cassiano | Year Posted 2012
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