The Child in Me

The child in me

who says

whatever he wants

to say

not a care

who gets

hurt

hides behind

this erudite mask

This innocent child

who loves beyond

what love can be

is

this suffering child

who suffers beyond

all suffering.

But I never let

this child be

until you came

into my life

and undressed me,

unmasked me

to the very core of my being.

Yet

you do not like

what you see now –

a child lost

in the ego of one

cosmopolitan youth,

stupid

as stupid may seem --

sucking his thumb

in fear yet afraid

of being reprimanded

by the one he loves most,

he panicks

and cuts his heart

now bleeding

profusely.

The child in me

dies tomorrow

and I will die also

deep, deep inside me.

13 September 2007

My lover hated me