I wish I could show you
when you are lonely or in darkness the astonishing light of your own being.
Haifiz of Persia
It's as if all the open air echoes
With the scream of my angry heart...
...as I stand before the house,
On the street where I lived
My life as a child.
Where the spectres
That shaped me
Continue their reign.
Where, walking alone,
The wind teased me in spite
And tore at my hair.
Where the bullies lurked,
Taunting and spitting
Great gobs of ridicule.
Where cruel words hunted
The airless rooms
For their prey.
Where wonder dried to dust
In the cold vacuum of
Indifference.
Where I never,
Ever felt
Like anyone's son.
Where I fell, and fell,
And fell
Down a deep and lonely well,
Where I found a flower
And hid it from sight,
Clutched tight to my breast...
...and my angry heart.
I shall never return
To the street where I lived
My life as a child.
...as I stand before the house,
On the street where I lived
My life as a child.
Where the spectres
That shaped me
Continue their reign.
Where, walking alone,
The wind teased me in spite
And tore at my hair.
Taunting and spitting
Great gobs of ridicule.
Where cruel words hunted
The airless rooms
For their prey.
Where wonder dried to dust
In the cold vacuum of
Indifference.
Where I never,
Ever felt
Like anyone's son.
Where I fell, and fell,
And fell
Down a deep and lonely well,
Where I found a flower
And hid it from sight,
Clutched tight to my breast...
...and my angry heart.
I shall never return
To the street where I lived
My life as a child.
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