Anitram

I never wanted to be like him— Bitter, angry, cold, and grim. I never wanted to be like her— Fragile, lost, a prisoner. I never

I still feel the pain, Hard to stay sane, With memories that never go away. Day by day, The pain is born again. Whatever I

Under the harshful sun’s glare, They wander the streets with hopeless stares. With their legs bare and cursed their spirits frail, While they tell a

I stared as they ran, laughter so wild. They moved freely, unbridled, and agile. I put in every effort to follow, but my steps betrayed

I hate lines Vertical, horizontal, diagonal. I don’t draw them, Or stare at them, Or myself. I don’t swim, I don’t chill in a beach,

I sat on the hill behind our house, And from it, I could see Lake Kiva shimmering in the distance. And the line of trees

Childhood and Graveyards Intertwined. I knew death before I could crawl. For my father, eager to escape this life, Was gone long before I drew

You will always know When a dangerous predator lurks Its stealth and piercing eyes Even in the depth of the forest Where the predator awaits

Who will cry for the little boy? Lost and all alone. Who will cry for the little boy, Abandoned, without his own? Who will cry