Lela's Lament
By GaryH
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Again it starts, the shouts and the screams
Those awful sounds that pierce even my dreams
They’re at it again and don’t seem to care
While I’m sitting in here like I’m not really there
Sometimes I sit with my mute little teddy
Sharing the scene until they’re good and ready
Me and the bear have shared all those tales
My silent companion through all these ails
But I realise it’s just me now here on my own
Too scared to cry out or pick up the phone
Maybe it’s my fault and they fight because of me
Turning once two into an unwanted three
If only I’d been better they’d be happy again
And we’d not have to go through so much of this pain
The familiar thud and then there’s the smack
Would things be so different if we could go back?
With fingers in my ears I hide in my bed
Visions of better times afloat in my head.
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Hi Gary, welcome to ABC Tales
Hi Gary, welcome to ABC Tales.
This poem gives us a very poignant picture of a child caught up in events he or she cannot begin to control or understand and, sadly, little ones often do feel things are somehow their fault. The presence of the treasured teddy gives the scenario even more depth.
I'm looking forward to reading more of your work.
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