Dear little inner child.
Listen to me, girlie child.
Hidden and tucked away.
Protected so we thought
Apart from the light of day.
Hear my word, dear one
We cannot bring back
The causes to correct
Effectivey the playing track
Tune in your ears, little one
Come closer if there be need
We must move on from pain
I am the tree grown, from your seed.
Hush those sounds, abate the watt’s
Spreading across the mind we share
Your pain Is recognised, whelmed
My only object is to stop the tear
I know, dear, I know, me of memory
Holding on to a delusion
I must be the wrong un,
Phantom like, ghosting in illusion.
Our choice, cannot be swayed
I won’t be moved from this stance
I will not be blackmailed with feels
Triggered from one happenstance
Weep then. Cry out for succour
No one can come, not even I
Lost into the depths of a past
Lived in a place not the eye.
W