The Child
Running through the rain the child trips and stumbles. While up above his head the sky ripples and rumbles. Splashing through the puddles on the concrete sidewalk, the child he runs in absolute fear.Tears mix with the rain upon his face, even as his rythemic cries reach his youthful ears. Not knowing what to do or who to ask for help, the child wanders aimlessly, watching the world around him as it melts.
Confused and terrified, the child feels that he is lost. He feels that noone loves him in this life, so depression became his boss. Slashed is his heart; his wounds refuse to heal. So he lashes out in fear; left behind is how he feels.
Asphalt benieth his feet, the child collapses to his knees. He covers his face with his hands and sobs, " why me?" This child was lost until recently. Life had forced him to grow up fast. It had caused him to take responsibility for the actions of his past.
Desperately searching for an easy remedy, the child continuously cries out for help.
The true identity of that child...
That child is me.
Copyright © Ricky Neubecker | Year Posted 2011
|