Fisting the Air

Tears over spilt milk over and over won't turn it into powder

FISTING THE AIR

Hungry of waiting
Thirsty for wanting
A deep longing
A child is crying

Crying for attention
Crying for affirmation
Crying for affection
But received only rejection

Imprisoned in a baby walker
Tears over spilt milk over and over
Won't turn it into a powder
It's a waste fisting the air

Come on baby, stand up!
Stop looking at the ground, look up!
Let me clean what you've messed up,
Let go of that bottle, just give it up!

Put down that fist
Get ready for a new meat
Don't wrestle just taste
For sure you will like it

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

I think the poet is addressing the inner child, which is in pain over frustration and rejection. However, the last verse is encouraging, as though the inner adult has control over the situation.

[Himaya Ka]

Yes, it is. Everyone has her/his own shares of immaturity, and it will always hunt from time to time most specially if it wasn't dealt with at the early age. Thank you.