the father crouches in the dark, naked
the skin splits apart and the son emerges
out of the father’s back
the son rises, looks around in sadness
post-birth loneliness
he knows not what he has to do
the son ventures into the streets – still headless
and dripping wet
people shove by – fast – too fast – can’t keep up
the son dodges a car, horns blare
he finds refuge on the other sidewalk
the son stands by a bus stop and then meets
the blind woman, she is beautiful, and she reaches
reaches out tenderly, lovingly
to him
he, the son, takes her hand
the blind woman raises her other hand to touch
his face
but she finds nothing
her smile fades and her hands fall limp
she walks away
the son cannot move for a long time, except
to reach his arms out to the air in hope
she will run back into them

Published by bernardsbarnes

Writer. Artist. Performer. A little boy dreaming of the stars.

One thought on “tragedy

  1. This is so emotion-provoking. I felt so many different feelings coursing through me whilst reading it. I, too, enjoy writing poetry. I am only seventeen but i would appreciate it if you could check out the work on my blog.

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