Poetry Corner: “The Lost Little Boy Who Suffered for 45 Years:”

The Lost Little Boy Who Suffered for 45 Years

Poor little gaffer when his father died when he was nine
dazed and confused he had no idea he was in for a rough time
wasn’t even allowed at the funeral that being a lasting psychological crime

Sent to a British style private school
with his poor shattered mind wandering
quiet suburban boy suddenly thrust into a cruel militaristic environment
beaten for his own good
with no compassion or drop of pity
totally lost and in a fog
in an institution his dying dad hoped would make him into a man
very bad choice for a lost soul
is certainly not a disciplinary hell hole
the poor waif failed his first year
humiliated with many a private tear
and returned the next
for endless humiliation and embarrassment of excruciating proportions
lasting for 6 some years
yet despite that blot on his record proceeded to great academic and scholarship success
although his mind was tangled up in bit of a mess
with anger for the bastards in that colonial militaristic unforgiving to his ego and his mind
so he grew up with great success with the pain of his humiliation slowly receding
but periodically he kept bleeding hating the bastards that so badly mauled him
even 45 years later a dull anger dogged his soul
until the little boy emerged in his mind in a blazer gray flannels and a tie
trembling with anxiety and fear in a place any of today’s psychiatrists would say
so he sat down every day trying to finally deal
with the dignity they endeavoured to steal
but he closed his eyes every day for a week
yet all he could see what that frightened little boy
so suddenly he changed his thought and gave himself some self compassion
and tears rolled down his eyes as he faced his suffering with an open heart
to treat his soul with a bit of tenderness and love instead of ignoring the blight he began to find light
from those who cursed him with a blight
compassion enveloped his heart and flowed beyond his suffering
and enveloped those who treated him like a failure and scum
by God these cruel men were mostly World War Two vets with their souls wracked by combat PTSD
the little boy could see how twisted and hurt they were
shown no compassion and care by those that sent them off to war
what emotions they had were warped by this scar
so the little trembling boy lost his anger, shame and humiliation
and actually after 45 years forgave them
and strangely he kept on thinking about this miracle closing his eyes each day
deeply thinking and found that his mind had said good-bye to the trembling little boy in his mind
who had gone to rest in peace never to return
but his compassion grew towards the many actors that had thrust him into such a horrific situation
and the traumas they too had suffered and it rippled further and further to unmask the several traumas he had suffered
and he will close his eyes and think, or meditate if you wish
and work with them with an open heart
perhaps the little boy will continue his emotional growth
and finally become free and finally be a bitterless man

Published by Robert K Sephen (CSW)

Robert K Stephen writes about food and drink, travel, and lifestyle issues. He is one of the few non-national writers to be certified as a wine specialist by the Society of Wine Educators, in Washington, DC. Robert was the first associate member of the Wine Writers’ Circle of Canada. He also holds a Mindfulness Certification from the University of Leiden and the University of Toronto. Be it Spanish cured meat, dried fruit, BBQ, or recycled bamboo place mats, Robert endeavours to escape the mundane, which is why he has established this publication. His motto is, "Have Story, Will Write."

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