
when i was four,
i had a nightmare
of a very cold night,
of thunder and lightning,
of storm swirling
the heavy rain.
i was all alone
or left alone
in the darkness,
in the midst of
angry clouds,
of god’s temper.
and i cried, mummy..
i cried, daddy…
but no one came,
and my voice
quivered to death
when thunder laughed
at its own victory.
i was half naked
in the doorstep,
curling up on a side,
tied to a nearby object,
that i was playing
knotting-game before
the swirling of storm,
and i trapped myself.
and i cried, mummy..
i cried, daddy…
but no one came,
and my voice
quivered to death
when thunder laughed
at its own victory.
(little did i know
that my entire life
would become the nightmare
i had when i was just four?)
© Sanna Wren
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