A Child In Gloom

A Child In Gloom short poem

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At the time of divorce, they asked me
“With whom do you want to live, my child?”
I looked at my parents…….. wondering
What my life would be
After their painful separation
They always mention
How hard it’s for them to live in a cage
But do they ever think about
The pain that is torturing this heart
That sickness which is slowly eating me away
I am forced to conform
With my new life and with those half-birthdays
Which will impart sorrow instead of joy
To live two lives in one
When will they realize that
A couple can be divorced
But can a child divorce his parents?
When will they realize that
It’s harder for me than it’s for them
They asked me again
I was still looking at my parents
Thinking that I have to choose one of them
Being unable to answer
I moved away from there………
Because I knew
That my opinion would not matter anymore

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Preeti
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Such a moving poem into the heart of a child, grief-stricken and lost by his parent’s separation….Touching!

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