Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2011

The Child Inside

by Johannes Francois Du Toit

Every day I dream a little less
I wake to see the dark devoured day
 
For the screaming child inside
Try’s to run and try’s to hide
 
When will he be found?
All the friends have gone
All has died.
 
When will the sun shine upon his face?
In the cold and dark disgrace
 
When will they hear the sound,
Of tears that fall to the ground?
 
When will someone look behind ,
The wall of falseness that makes us blind?
 
The laughter of the child
Dies slowly behind the poisoned mind
 
Deep inside I try to hide
The dying child
Ring-a-ring-a-roses,
Hush! hush! hush! hush!
We’re all tumbled down.
 
 

Added: 28.03.2011

Judges' comments on this poem

04.05.2011

Strong end, but a little indistinct in earlier stanzas. Could do with a few more specifics.

04.05.2011

some lovely stuff but the 'ring a ring a roses' is over used so maybe you could try using a different one?

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