Desolate Little Child
A desolate little child,
I found by my side…
One late summer afternoon.
I tried to console her,
I wanted to cheer her,
but my efforts were in vain.
She pulled me close,
and hugged me tight…
muttering, “Hold me please, throughout the night.”
I tried to persuade her,
I wanted an answer,
but my efforts were in vain.
Tears began streaming down her cheeks,
Emotions surfacing what she’d kept for weeks.
Blabbering incoherent syllables in my ear…
concentrating, straining myself to hear…
I dropped my hold on her,
as I slowly comprehended…
then her message to me ended.
I gripped tight the railings
of the bridge as wailings
surfaced near me.
I felt the gush of the wind
As I went down…
The desolate little child fading from view.
A quiet sense of tranquility
passed throughout me,
as I’ve come to realize
that the desolate little child was…
none other than me!
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