I want to take a deep dive
Into the dark corners of my mind;
Where the ghost of a sad child falls
From a broken swing, in a loop!
I want to hear the naive wails
Of a pain that could heal,
Where I would hide and watch from a distance;
Waiting for aid to the wound!
The wound doesn’t need much healing
But a soul to hug and cry;
That would tell it is fine to fall
And break a bone or two!
The soul might tell the kid
To let time do its deed,
When all would be gone and forgotten
And the kid would be finally healed!
The dark ink 