This is to the one climbing the tree:
there will come a time little monkey
when the jungle will become too wild,
and your inner child will be to blame.
Obsidian claws don’t play a fair game;
they lurk at night for a beguiled child
to cross their path, wicked and hungry,
leaving nothing but remnants of debris.
So you see my little monkey—
stay hidden in the valley of trees,
lest the night beast will have smiled
upon your most precious name.
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Author:
Ken M (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Based on a prompt to write a letter to my younger self, but ended up becoming dualistic by inferring a parable-ish statement to teach my son. The world has a way of manipulating and tormenting a person, and some people and entities don\\\'t care about your betterment, and so that is what I wrote about here.
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Comments3
I'd be interested to see what other people's ideas are on this.
It’s certainly a dark read .., to be honest I’m not sure . Some people / entities don’t care .. that’s certainly true . I do like your mention of staying safe amongst the trees . And our inner child is important , I guess it’s important to feel safe in the world and in ourselves
I think instead of criticising and blaming ourselves … we need to be kind , because sometimes things just aren’t our fault .
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