A child’s anxiety – K.B

A child’s anxiety

 

 

His parents don’t
Understand him.
He locks himself
Up in his room,
He starts smoking
And other stuff too.

In his stellar dreams,
He can see their faces,
Saint like with a halo
Of light around their
Heads.

They come to him
Speaking of knowledge
And if they lack it,
They lay a warm
Hand on his shoulder
With reassuring smiles.

With their spirit,
He becomes
Able to travel
Through the
Cosmos
And explore
Himself.

The gifts of nature
Flourish
Until he becomes
Confident
Enough to go
By himself.

Alas,
Half asleep
In his vision,
He already
Hears
The yelling
And it beats
His mind,

Destructuring
The symphonies
That were rising
In his beautiful
Mind,

A child’s mind.
He pens a few
Drawings,

Then he dozes
From lassitude
Of his world
That never
Changes for
The best.

The bills,
The lack of
Money,
The deep
Misery in
His heart….

A child’s
Anxiety,
Locked up
In his room,
Smoking
Near the window…

 

 

K.B

 

 
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