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The Chilling Child

The future, lays in wait for me to save this pitiful specimen of a child.

Frightened, frenzied and forlorn,

She sits inside my head.

Whispering of deepest darkest memories that we thought were long since dead.


So petulant and unrewarding,

She searches through my heart for distant hope,

It is only by sheer determination I have learnt to cope.


Buried within this silent deathly body,

This solemn child reawakens all my fears,

As I stare in to the mirror,

Her fragile cold reflection plagues my vision so unjust,

I have no alternative but to break out in to tears.


My head and heart reconvene to fight against this beast,

A last chance scenario to recompense the love she has missed.


Searching endless the solution is thus,

To find her one true deserving love.


This child I am so powerless to save,

Now sits eagerly in anticipation.

Awaiting bleak salivation,

For a non-existent hush.

© 2011 Alana Bembridge

Comments

Binaya.Ghimire on July 20, 2011:

I have noticed one thing in your poems, they all end with lasting impression on the readers.