ECHOES

ECHOES-PART ONE
There are echoes
Echoes, echoes

That never vanish
Wandering across the globe
Searching for the source
That place of creation
The point of departure
Forever journeying
Moving forward
Reaching, touching
Brushing memories
Then gone

There are echoes
Echoes, echoes…

ECHOES-PART TWO
A CHILD’S PLEA

My tiny little hands grip
Strangling the sheets outside in
Hallway mirrored the creeping thing
Reflections distorted by my tears
Because mummy’s too scared
And no one could see
Who would listen
To a small boy’s whimpering plea

ECHOES-PART TWO
A CHILD’S PLEA

In the daylight I don’t cry
Take my revenge out upon my toys
Sitting by the lonely pond
Daddy’s Christmas presents I destroy
Because I’m only a little boy
And no one will see
Who would listen
To a small boy’s whimpering plea

Coloured toy cars numbered one to eight
A big blue truck unloaded the lot
With calm intent I drove cars into the pond
Watched them sink to a muddy end
Because I’m only a child
And no one sees
Who would even notice
A small boy’s whimpering plea

From this time on no one will see
I’ll keep my tears locked far away
In my secret place behind my eyes
My very own world he’ll never find
Because no one will help
And no one will see
Who would listen
To a small boy’s whimpering plea

ECHOES-PART THREE
I’M SCREAMING AGAIN

I’m screaming again
I’m screaming but no one hears
Screaming without a voice to plea
Just screaming because my death is real
And I’m screaming again

As the shame bleeds from my anus down my legs
The child that is me
Forever dead
But, can I laugh
I wish
But, can I cry
I wish
But, can I love
I wish
And I’m screaming again

As I stagger raped by the cloth
Butchered by my father
My head shoved into the pillow
Body swallowed
Just a buggered pig on a quilt
And I’m screaming again

Fuck you as you fuck me with understanding
I’m damning my life to physical isolation
God, are you, am I, just a fucken cunt
Affectionate responses trying to help
Caring, needing, but you must not touch
Because friend the spectre pain might come again
And I’m screaming again

Looking all the way back
Sexuality feeds my on going self-hate
Free me, someone from these chains
Sex is sorrow, gender in doubt
All these hurts tied to needs trapped inside
I’ve got to escape, somehow from the past
To where the mirrors reflect a better life
Will someone help me please
Burn away this misery
Called my childhood
And I’m screaming again

ECHOES-PART FOUR
ECHOES REPRISE

There are echoes
Echoes, echoes
That never vanish.

By ragnarokbard

I am and my not anyone else, though I wonder sometimes.