A Little Man
By Cora Miller
Sometimes a little man takes over my head.
He's so tiny, yet so mighty.
I will be minding my own business when…
B A M!
A gun shoots as he jumps out of hiding.
His face turns red like a tomato,
And sometimes my head gets warm
From the steam coming out his ears.
He yells, trying to break my wall,
My wall of teeth, as I try to stand tall.
I can't let him win, not this time, I think with all my heart,
But I'm too afraid of his power, too weak.
I Explode.
The little man, tiny and mighty, takes over,
Sending me on a rampage, killing me with his thunder
I yell, I scream, I stomp and jump,
As he pushes the red button,
A button that calls for disorder
And murder
Murder of silence, as my voice cracks the air,
But was it really silent?
No.
It was pretend silence, silence I made up
To tune out the trigger
That triggers a powerful evil,
That I fear might take over me,
Annoyance.
An insightful depiction of erratic nature of tantrums - paroxysms of rage which appear suddenly getting the better side of individuals, well articulated and nicely penned. Thanks for sharing Cora.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'A Little Man', seems to visit many heads...he's not too fussy, perhaps? !