That Child Hiding In One Of The Nooks Of The Busy Kitchen

there there
there is that child that hides in one of the nooks of the kitchen
badly beaten
and crying in silence

for years he is hiding there
and everyone is disregarding him
justifying
he is one of those pasts
and pasts
shall be forgotten

there there
there is that child that keeps on crying silently
and endlessly for years
my attention is
always caught
saying

i am you and you are in me
do not pretend that the years have grown some callous skin in your hands
that you are hard
and impenetrable

i am your father my child
and you cannot just treat me like a shrug on a shoulder
like dandruff on your hair
like some
old uncut fingernails

think some more
for solutions

and if you find it
this trembling room shall stop trembling
your nightmares
finally gone

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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