Blood Stained Child

Sparkling ebony water, gushing under a dilapidated bridge

A small shape, silhouetted against the moonlight

Almost invisible

Staring into the starless sky

Leaning against the edge

That child’s figure, looking astray

Wandering so deep down,

With fingers curled around something far away.

Holding his mother’s hand, hopping down a street,

New shoes and a candy

That figure was a priceless possession,

A mother’s beloved child.

Unscathed, shielded from life’s cries

Living in an Utopian world created by her,

While she herself braved the reality’s harsh sunlight.

Water surged with fervor below,

The rest of the night lay bare,

Standing there, he held the feeble ropes

Like a caged soul,

The vacuous gaze penetrating the sky.

Beckoning, it seemed someone with all his little might.

She placed her hand on his head,

Slightly ruffled his hairs,

Picked him up and fixed him under a loving stare.

Then it happened

The screeching brakes and the screams.

Knocked to the pavement he saw,

What no child should ever see,

He had his heart pierced with her shriek.

The water malevolent, it roared.

The senile bridge threatened to give in.

But the child unfazed,

Kept searching for someone far away,

Kept willing the clouds to give way.

While the lone moon shone,

Shone on his blooded Pokémon shirt

Spattered with blood,

Frozen in time, unable to close his eyes,

Her hand outstretched towards him,

Her pieced, blooded hand.

Lifeless eyes riveted to him,

With a tinge of horror that hadn’t yet left

That day he was reborn,

Reborn in blood he was,

The blood stained child.

Years passed, he grew

But that child in him never left that gaze,

A loving gaze that turned lifeless in a moment,

Life’s ironic ways!

He never grew out of that moment,

He’s been stuck on that bridge ever since,

Unable to accept, unable to deny

A recluse to his own mind.

Moonlight glistened on his cheek,

Flowing down, like a deep scar

On the innocence beneath his pallor,

It fell,

Disappearing in reveling water below,

A drop of sliver consumed by an unrelenting darkness.