As a small child
I constantly seek any kind of discovery
But things get wild
With what the kitchen cupboard brings
Without my shepherd
I grab the pepper
I don’t know what it’s meant for
So in my hands it’s centered
My eyes start to tear up
My nose starts to tingle
My fingers will clear up
This temporary wrinkle
I rub my eyes
Bringing demise
Violent cries
Follow pries
All I feel is pain
Surging to my brain
In my eyes torrential rain
Burning me until I’m insane
All I see is red
Inside my head
From pepper fed
To my eyes of dread
Father grabs me
And holds me under a faucet
I think he’s attacking
I think he’s lost it
Help he’s killing me
I’m going to drown
With water he’s filling me
So he’ll no longer frown
But he pulls me out before I die
Much to my surprise
There’s no pain in my eyes
And I can see my father is wise
I mistakenly
Thought he had forsaken me
And was murdering me blatantly
But he was actually saving me
So it’s him I trust
Because I must
But I have a lust
For wild gusts
So I am his student
Yet not as prudent
I’m always truant
Ignoring influence
But I pick it up along the way
Just before my life decays
I recall a helpful phrase
Or words of praise
I get lost
But then I am found
The only cost
Is to think I have drowned
Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 6:11 PM UTC
As a small child
I constantly seek any kind of discovery
But things get wild
With what the kitchen cupboard brings
Without my shepherd
I grab the pepper
I don’t know what it’s meant for
So in my hands it’s centered
My eyes start to tear up
My nose starts to tingle
My fingers will clear up
This temporary wrinkle
I rub my eyes
Bringing demise
Violent cries
Follow pries
All I feel is pain
Surging to my brain
In my eyes torrential rain
Burning me until I’m insane
All I see is red
Inside my head
From pepper fed
To my eyes of dread
Father grabs me
And holds me under a faucet
I think he’s attacking
I think he’s lost it
Help he’s killing me
I’m going to drown
With water he’s filling me
So he’ll no longer frown
But he pulls me out before I die
Much to my surprise
There’s no pain in my eyes
And I can see my father is wise
I mistakenly
Thought he had forsaken me
And was murdering me blatantly
But he was actually saving me
So it’s him I trust
Because I must
But I have a lust
For wild gusts
So I am his student
Yet not as prudent
I’m always truant
Ignoring influence
But I pick it up along the way
Just before my life decays
I recall a helpful phrase
Or words of praise
I get lost
But then I am found
The only cost
Is to think I have drowned
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