Back in my teenage years
I could sense that the enemy was close
It didn’t have a face or a name
But its breath was there in the back of my head
Fiery breath, reeking of hate, of envy
The enemy was close, faceless, building a fake story
I was, according to this scenario
A rescued child
All the adults around me were heroes
Death was stretching its claws to grab me
And they, each and every one of them
A superman with clean socks
Rescued me in a joint effort
At that age, I was a spiderman fan though
And I built a net, an invisible one
And every lie they spew
Got glued on that net
And soon a circular staircase was built
And step after step their faces got revealed
Their mouths got crocked
Every word they articulate turned to frogs
Like any story would tell you
Their first borns died,
I got freed from the web of their lies
And just like the Bible says
The waters got splitted
A haunting poem though I think reeking and not ticking would be the correct word
Thank you so warmly!
A brilliant,evocative piece of writing ,encompassing menace,childhood fantasy,and liberation.
Thank you hugely, my friend!
Childhood traumas can be very fearful, they snatch away the purity and innocence of a child. well crafted, intense poem.
They do indeed! They are continuously haunting me. Thank you so much, Sangeeta Gupta!
It is ever the hallmark of a true Poet that they are able to share authentic works of great emotional and psychological depth.
Thank you so warmly, my dear friend! Your comments warm my heart as always!