Grown Up

Home, a desire to feel loved. What if a child utterly isn’t condone? A desultory child, who never was hugged. Parents anathemizing their children. Would the halcyon, ephemeral days of a child’s first days ever return? A nemesis, a child’s true villain. After all, a crestfallen’s future is truly meant to burn. A hollow, empty soul. Could a disconsolate child ever feel that ecstasy? A self-image that resembles an utter ghoul. A self-esteem, nothing but complexity. Abandonment, an egregious fear. True intransigent, a refusal to acknowledge what is really here. “Please don’t leave me.” Tears of memories, of constant conflict, will never be able to be set free. A woebegone, whose heart is demolished. Fleeing, uncontrollable emotions. A labyrinth of twists and turns. Distrustful, no sign of devotion. It was as if there were different yearns. Constant fear, waves of depression, anxiety, and imbroglio. “What if it turns into obsession?” A swoop so low, codependency was lecherous. Reassurance from partners, The unhealthy form of loving was treacherous.