Child. Poem by Nadja Jensen

Far away, but still so close.
Thought I taught my inner mind to shut up.
Thought I brutally ripped away all its power to speak and express.
Thought I already slaughtered, killed and hid all my nights and days of tears, missing and wondering.
But no.
No.
‘Cause you still haunt my dreams, and from time to time I still hear your shrill screams.
Though you are miles away.
I still hear your childish cry and begging for just, just some peace.
I still see you hiding under the bed, hugging each other while shaking. Hiding for the heartless.
Crying out “Sissy, come save us.”
But I am miles away.
And as I close my eyes, begging and praying for you to hear me, I whisper:
“Child, child run while you can.
Run away from the evil man.
Come lie in my arms, I will wake you when there are no alarms.
No danger, no harms.
See you in a 1000 years.
Child, child run while you can.”
But as I slowly open up my eyes and mind, I realize what illusion I’m living in.
I realize that I’m a fool.
A fool, jerk and a twit.
I’m a fool to believe that such a wish would ever come true, that you would just be all right, when really, I was the one to start the whole fight.
Run, child, run.
Run while you can.