Transparent Childhood
Transparent Childhood
It's cold, it's freezing cold,
I'm stuck in a box.
There's nothing inside of my box,
I'm alone.
There's no doors or windows,
But I see outside of my box.
It's black, the outside is pitch black.
When I yell the sound goes nowhere,
It just echos around to me.
My head is spinning.
My feet are bare and covered in soil.
I look up from my feet,
Then the spinning stops,
And a field with grass as tall as my hip
Surrounds me from the other side of my boxes.
A little girl with golden hair runs past,
Her white dress flowing behind her.
She looks back at the boy with big brown eyes.
She sees me,
And places her palms upon my box.
But the boy with the big brown eyes can't see me.
Though it doesn't seem to worry her.
The boy disappears,
A tall man appears in the far distant.
He blocks the sun from shining upon the girl.
I yell for her to run
But she can't hear me.
Why can't she hear me?
The man runs towards the innocent girl.
Darkness engulfs the girl,
And everything goes black again.
I can hear her cries,
And my head starts to spin again.
But this time it doesn't stop.