August 24, 2005
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A child’s fears: forgotten me…close the door…forgotten me…the little girl…forgotten me…my knees hurt from the salt…please let me get off of them…forgotten me…I am sorry you feel such anger toward me…forgotten me…I think there bleeding daddy…forgotten me…please…they hurt…forgotten me…the gun is cold on my temple…forgotten me…what did I do…forgotten me…I am not a boy…I am a girl and I don’t care what you say…forgotten me…I will climb in the willow tree…forgotten me…she is hollering again…please forget me…I don’t want her crazy ass to find me….forgotten me…the water…the sewer…forgotten me…don’t remember me and don’t find me where I am…forgotten me…the door is closed…forgotten me…do you think they know…does it show…keep smiling…if they remember your smile they won’t look in your eyes…but know they will never remember me…so find the affection where you can but hide the feelings because you can…then you will know but they won’t and they can’t forget whom they don’t know…I miss you………………………………………………….forgotten me
black bubbles…in the darkness are forgotten soon…keep your emotions in the bubbles……………..if they aren’t found they can’t be popped…………….
Comments (5)
Mother…have I felt like that some days. Totally and completely like that.
Children have alot of fears they don’t tell anybody about. Maybe because no one takes them seriously.
Very poetical prose , Sassy ? Are they only fears ‘ child ? We all have fears .
Love
Michel
We all feel forgotten once in a while, we are all alone once in a while.
Once in a while we feel sad.
Sometimes more then once in a while.
Loving caring arms around that child or any child feeling those fears or living those fears. Looking into their eyes you can see many of the unspoken words or feelings that they choose not to or afraid to share. {{{{}}}} Love you much
Silky