London was always engulfing,
The sounds and smells of the city,
Different people or colors,
A sensory storm manifested
Into dynamic vibrant clockwork.
Overwhelming for a child
On the back of a motorbike
Holding the back of a father,
And the gum i wasn't allowed,
His, the only sweetness i knew,
A minty stick of forgiveness.
Tender lashes meant for love,
Cupped eyes that only saw grey,
Another bound toy in the cupboard,
A funeral inside my human heart,
Each touch always an uncertain bet,
The stake made permits a freedom,
Gambling on the next sensation.
Fatherly hand of unbridled justice,
The sweet and cycled sentencing,
An education for all if needed,
Anything can be a lesson taught,
In discipline and ones equity
A previous anarchy for vengeance
Jealousy and spite in children,
Which grew on me as forms of love.
When spoken from resentless lips
I've paused to consider if i should feel
Anything but an ignorant acceptance,
I've pondered on the size of the bottle
Which i'd cram to overflowing
With a sense of development
fixating indifference to traumas,
Some of which i still wear,
The belts and boots complete me.
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