Mind Of A Kid
It is the end,—- I can see.
Someone is closing in on me.
There is no place left to hide.
There is no way to stem the tide.
I’ve begged, cried, and carried on.
Nothing can detour my mom.
I am trapped in this dream.
I can’t awaken, so it seems.
What a nightmare, often repeating.
It seems, there is no more retreating.
I could face it, but I don’t have the nerve.
Life has thrown me a vicious curve.
This is it.—The end at last.
She says: “Come on Timmy, it’s time for your bath.”
————————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2017)