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Inner child

by Brian Francis



I wonder sometimes whether he can see it too
When he looks into the mirror
Is the reflection always true
Does he see the lines and wrinkles
And the color of his hair
Or does he see only illusion
Through the mists that are not there

Does he stumble over that reflection
And see it for what it is
Does he taste in that reality
the bitter taste of sin
or does he keep his horrid secrets
hidden from even him
or do they haunt him day and night
echoes come unbidden

Starts that wake the sleeping from their rest
Moments rebounding from the past
Screaming through the mind
Sensations called from deep within
Erupting into this reality
Tears and sobs combine into a shuttering
Convulsion of terror long ago ended

Or is it just me?

06/12/2005

Posted on 06/13/2005
Copyright © 2019 Brian Francis

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Ashok Sharda on 06/13/05 at 03:18 PM

'Moments rebounding from the past Screaming through the mind Sensations called from deep within Erupting into this reality'...this lines are hard hitting but conveys the jist of the feelings. I can so easily identify with this.

Posted by Anne Engelen on 10/12/06 at 07:07 AM

so far, this is my favorite of yours!

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