
A poem for the wounded child inside every grown heart.
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Come lay your head in my lap, little one,
you have so many enemies and friends, none
Tell me how the world trampled your dreams,
and tell me how the time stifled your screams
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Come lay your head in my lap, little one,
you have lost so much time; nothing has been done
Tell me how the words broke your heart,
and tell me how the taunts acted like a poisoned dart
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Come lay your head in my lap, little one,
shed away your worries, nowhere to run
Tell me all and tell me some more,
show me your soul, all blood and gore
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Come lay your head in my lap, little one,
fear no more; there is no case to be won
Cry some and then cry some more,
bare it all, your feelings all tender and sour
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Fear not, little one, I will reweave your dreams,
and mend your broken heart
Fear not, little one, I will kiss away your screams,
and bless you with a fresh start
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Fear not, little one, I will soothe away your pain,
and wipe all your frustration
Fear not, little one, I will bring the fresh rain,
and wash away all agitation
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Come lay your head in my lap, little one
Come lay your head in my lap, little one
I just ask How….??
How can I tell You, what trampled my dreams
How to utter the words, that broke my heart
Talk about the time, that stifled my screams
I just ask How….??
How to tell about the simple small things
That led to something complete
How to show You, My soul, all blood and gore
I just ask How….??
How to bare it all, My feeling tender and sour
I fear that if I get started……
I will definitely cry…. And then cry some more
But talking about it, I can’t any more
Mending my broken heart, is not an easy chore
My screams are no longer audible
Drowned in the abyss of cruel silence
There is not really much that can be done
Not much that can soothe my pain
Nothing that would rid me of my frustration
I do however love the rain
raindrops trickling down my withered face
Secretly wiping away my tears
Keeping up appearances…. Even somewhat dignified
My dreams need not be rewoven
Because they never changed….
I wish I could tell You….
I just wonder How….??
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As we were conversing privately…..I really believe the response is far better and sadder than the lesser query. BRAVO!
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Now that is not fair…. And neither the intention.
Your writing inspired me….. And that should tell You everything You need to know about the unfairly referenced “lesser query”.
I really do appreciate Your Gracious Remarks.
I hope You keep writing and keep inspiring people.
You light up the black void in me……. Making the “black” spill out thoughts on paper… in words….
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Now I am blushing
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