Little One

          what follows is not a very good poem ...




Little One


Thinking that yours is the only
Heart that can be broken
You don’t know the half of it, Little One.
All your vines
As far as they have grown, and
The others
In which they are tangled

How much damage would there be
Should
You choose to leave
You couldn’t fathom, Little one

Will
You find a way to un-break those hearts

All of those bloody, delicate hearts
Or will
You be just how I imagine;
Helpless;
Useless;
Lost.

What will you do when
You realise
That this world wasn’t built for you, Little One.
What will you do

Thinking that this pain is yours alone
You don’t know
Anything.
You are weak and un-marked

All of the lies you tell
Will come back.

All of the skin you touch
Will suffer.

All of the time you take
Will be lost.

I wonder if you will survive this storm
Or prove to be
Another victim

What will you do when the time comes for ending
How will you un-break all of those hearts
How will you fix all of your damage

Little One, what will become of you?