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He looks up at me with fragility, his panic an unseeable mask from reality. I have lost him to his past. I cannot fix this, cannot change this, but I'll try. I'll try to make it bearable, For him, because I love him, and that's what loved ones do. "Is there anything I can do?" I murmur, lighting treading my words into the forest of his brain. I shall remain here till I can find him once again. "No" His face so weary with defeat stares down at the floor, and at his feet. In these moments I see him weak. Alone. Like me, but not. The Child the Parents forgot. "Would you like me to leave?" I stroke his hair, an involuntary gesture, used almost to assure myself that he is still here with me. At least in body. "No" The voice reaches out to me, and speaks of beatings, loneliness, and pain. I watch the stains drain him, so engrained in him, it's hard to watch. I want to wash his mind, to find a piece of light to curl between his fingers and make him cling to tight. I want to make it right. And so I wait. Cast a breadcrumb trail of bait, and will him back to me. Patient, and understanding, holding and hoping to travel an embrace into the past, and raft my love to freedom. Come back to me Please I don't like it when you leave me Time always has an echo.
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Jan 20, 2014
Jan 20, 2014 at 5:57 PM UTC
A Child's Memories Remain.
He looks up at me with fragility, his panic an unseeable mask from reality. I have lost him to his past. I cannot fix this, cannot change this, but I'll try. I'll try to make it bearable, For him, because I love him, and that's what loved ones do. "Is there anything I can do?" I murmur, lighting treading my words into the forest of his brain. I shall remain here till I can find him once again. "No" His face so weary with defeat stares down at the floor, and at his feet. In these moments I see him weak. Alone. Like me, but not. The Child the Parents forgot. "Would you like me to leave?" I stroke his hair, an involuntary gesture, used almost to assure myself that he is still here with me. At least in body. "No" The voice reaches out to me, and speaks of beatings, loneliness, and pain. I watch the stains drain him, so engrained in him, it's hard to watch. I want to wash his mind, to find a piece of light to curl between his fingers and make him cling to tight. I want to make it right. And so I wait. Cast a breadcrumb trail of bait, and will him back to me. Patient, and understanding, holding and hoping to travel an embrace into the past, and raft my love to freedom. Come back to me Please I don't like it when you leave me Time always has an echo.
Come back to me Please I don't like it when you leave me
Lifesabeach
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Lifesabeach
English
Jan 20, 2014
Jan 20, 2014 at 5:57 PM UTC
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