Abstraction of the Mind ( A child's reply)

Child’s Song

I thought that every thing

Was fine and clean

Yet one day I woke terribly

They were bangin’ in anger

And fought as if

There’s no tomorrow

“What’s the matter with these two?”

He was shouting in silence

Because of deep wrath.

Fixed his things and left

Us all alone.

Leaving questions unanswered.

She never halted him,

As if she saw a wind

And started to cry at as side.

While I was looking

She stared at me

“It’s all his fault,

He never made us happy!”

I ran toward him

But he swayed his hand

Pointed and said

“Go back, don’t leave her,

“I promise I come back!

Every thing’s fine.”

The paradox of what he said

Made me burn in anger

Then came to my senses

“Who’s to blame?”

Contemplated, realized

They gave up so easily.

Never thought of me and

The light that awaits.

This is horrible

A blade beside me,

Calling to be with me.

“Son don’t leave me!”