Innocent Grief Poem by Shame Provoked secrecy

How must one compose what’s really in their head,
I hear screaming from a distant past of mourners around her bed.
Pushed back into the shadows,
cast aside like a dripping filthy cloth,
a small child rocked back and forth into the wall, banging,
trying to shake the fear off!

The child must stay it’s not allowed near her,
the body is still warm,
but it can see the angels congregate round her
and to their ethereal light the old ladys soul is drawn.
Desperation claws its way out from the young one’s glassy glazed eyes, burning temptation to run to the corpse and beat out of her the now forgotten lies.

‘I will always be there for you my little cello tape fiend’ to the kid she would always proclame
and the child simply smiled at the comfort of this and giggled at the old ladys pet name.
Now alone the child sits in its cornered pool of dust,
confused by this pain like acid stripped skin understand this emotion it must.

Crescendo-ing thoughts pound the child’s soft brittle skull;
it’s most horrendous feelings now compressed and dull.
Gulps suppressed to its chest, whimpering no more
out in the hallway it can here the footsteps of adults approaching the door

The child is dragged up to stand limp in its hollow shell,
told to look smart and be polite to the decaying relatives as well.
'it could sing a sweet song the old lady would have loved that'
and from being ignored in the corner suddenly the child’s being stared at.

The childs pulse explodes and it’s head pounds with dread
as it dives away from the crowd,
it can hear the adults uproar echo through the room
shoutings of dissapointed embarrasment so loud.

The only one the kid could perform for was gone now,
far away and at peace,
So the icey fear that was to ensue would be relentless,
no release.

The child rested and succumbed to its dred,
it decided to live its life only for the old lady now in her earthy bed