Unfamiliar

 

A child, scared at their own shadow,

Pondering its own unfamiliarity,

Slightly,

Its foreign aspect so familiar

Yet its disturbs the child

 

Encapsulates the same figures

They had experienced in the wars past.

 

And the same war within themself,

Shifting between their unrest

Of their identity and connection to their own darkness

 

Juggling their own insecurities

That even they had not discovered

Yet still having their madness found from their own loneliness

 

A merciless drug, the feeling of touch we take for granted

Was forgotten by the child

And instead, the child stares at its own shadow

 

The shadow never being able to give the child what they craved

But only reflected

What they never asked for