Haunting Childhood
On a winter gloomy night,
A child appeared on my sight,
He's like a tiny green spright,
That has a background of sparky light.
Two days passed, I saw the child once more,
So different from what he is before,
He got bruises, he got sore,
His face is scared, I cannot restore.
I, sitting on a well made bench,
Called the little wounded boy "French!",
And as I was trying to approach, I saw him retch,
That I thought, is probably due to his father's wrench.
Observing him from a far,
I can assess he is distinct from bizarre,
His hands and feet are full of scars,
I wonder why others treat him no devoir,
He, who is considered an angel from above
Seems to be a curse in this land that is out of love,
He, who needs a care like the comely dove
Turns out to be diminished by his father's shove.
When will this child experience a life away from the shades of black?
Will he ever have the opportunity to change his dirty track?
Or will he just remain in a state of haunting shock?
These are the questions his fate tries to unpack,
And hopefully the answers will just be around the mountain's rock.
I made this poem out from the Korean drama series I watched yesterday which is entitled Good Doctor. This drama is all about an autistic doctor who was always beaten by his father back when he was still a child due to the fact that he is not normal and is different from the other kids. :)
A child appeared on my sight,
He's like a tiny green spright,
That has a background of sparky light.
Two days passed, I saw the child once more,
So different from what he is before,
He got bruises, he got sore,
His face is scared, I cannot restore.
I, sitting on a well made bench,
Called the little wounded boy "French!",
And as I was trying to approach, I saw him retch,
That I thought, is probably due to his father's wrench.
Observing him from a far,
I can assess he is distinct from bizarre,
His hands and feet are full of scars,
I wonder why others treat him no devoir,
He, who is considered an angel from above
Seems to be a curse in this land that is out of love,
He, who needs a care like the comely dove
Turns out to be diminished by his father's shove.
When will this child experience a life away from the shades of black?
Will he ever have the opportunity to change his dirty track?
Or will he just remain in a state of haunting shock?
These are the questions his fate tries to unpack,
And hopefully the answers will just be around the mountain's rock.
I made this poem out from the Korean drama series I watched yesterday which is entitled Good Doctor. This drama is all about an autistic doctor who was always beaten by his father back when he was still a child due to the fact that he is not normal and is different from the other kids. :)
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