Fear

He was eight years of age

Sitting on some stairs within a house, holding a wedding reception

Alone! He tried to make sense of all the noise

The banging, and the coming, and going

A woman, with crazy 70’s hair, and crazy eyes, was looking at him

He felt scared!

She came towards him, he tried not to look

He watched her feet, as she staggered along

Singing she was,

It sounded all wrong

A pain on his arm

One on the hand

Something white, with a red tip

Laughing, she put it to her lips

He cried and cried

“Where are you mam?”

His tiny voice, pled

Shaking, he searched

But nobody came

He wiped away tears,

And

Took on, all

The blame.

Β©paul

 

 

 


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