This Loss Makes Children Again (Originally Untitled) – Written April 2012

The Loss Makes Children Again

this loss –
makes us children again
looking for a cuddle –
or a touch
to be held and such
this loss –
makes us fetal
the trauma is sharp
it is brutal
and i want one last chance
just to dance
on the mosaic floor
to open –
the beautifully crafted door
but the dust –
is blown away when it finds the wind
children again –
raw, and not yet –
fashioned
by societies clumsy mould
need to be held
cry in anger
cry in pain
rail against the system
and wonder when it will work
the loss –
makes us children again



More poems at
https://theboybehindtheglasses.com/



James Garratt – April 2012

I am a 40 something sometime writer. I live in the South West of the UK but originally I am from Essex.

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