A Young Poet

The Young Poet

Pitter patter of small feet are first heard and then seen. Noahs first appearance that morning to me speard cold throughout the house. He was drawn to a painting on the wall. Tears ran down his emotionless face. I walked closer to him and bowed down on my knees to reach his height. I pulled his almost lifeless small body close me. Hugged him and stood up still holding him. My shoulder felt cold and wet where he had laid his head.

He spoke, "Dad, can you please read me one of mommy's peoms, the one about the bridge.." His voice was lost to a soft sniffing; more tears painted his face.
"Sure Noah, Anything for you my boy" I said pulling into another hug.

I saw our reflection in a foggy window at my right. Noah defently has his mothers looks, a small pale skined body with beautiful green eyes and her little red frekkles dances on his cheeks. He doesn't look much like me except for the black messy hair; that nothing can ever keep in place. I'm glad for him not being much me, I have more of her this way.

I felt imprisoned tears close to breaking, and Noah can't see them escape.
"Noah, lets play a game. Who ever wins gets to choose the movie tonight!" I said in a playfull manner to get him smilling.

I achieved

"We will have a race, you go fetch the chocolate and I'll go fetch the peotry book upstairs. The first one in the T.V. room wins."

I gave him a sneaky competitive glare and continued, "Ready! Set! Go!"

Small feet that ones pitter pattered now changed to quick yet loud elephant stamps. I ran upstairs ;grabbed the book and stood still, I waited for Noah to acclaim his victory. But the victory wasnt claimed. My heart dropped.

I waited, then I called out his name repetitively but he didn't anwer. The air also feels colder. I walked down stairs hoping he'll jump out and give me a fright. I blurred off into a distant memory of the occasion where laughter lifter the house from all its sorrows. I stood there as i blurred back into reality just to realize it was much more than a wanted dream.

I knew he wasnt heard, the house was empty. I was alone. I turned to where a cold breez previous struck my skin and discovered the birth of its existence. A slightly open door. When i saw a poem painted in red paint...paint...blood?

Nowhere to be found
Hung upside down
Rope tided to both feet
With a slit on the cheek
And as blood invades
Causing compression on the brain
Dear go find ur son
I'd advice u to run

My price possession, my wifes book; fell effortlessly out of my hands and the next thing I was trees, flashes of trees... I ran, I ran so fast i didn't notice the branches cutting my feet or the snow kissing the cuts. I only saw flashes of pinecone trees; as i ran, ducking the branches.

I slipped and unforgivingly bashed my head on a ungrateful textures. The pain send a shock through my body. I experienced hearing ringing; high pitched ringing. My tears were warmer than winter breeze as the snow cover my whole body commiting suicide as it melted but froze my skin. I tried standing up and in attempted I felt weak, tired, sad, depressed and angry, so angry. I felt defeated. My thoughts swallowed me. Causing my heart to experience colder thoughts than the winter snow trying to commit murderous actions apon its valley.

Who would take my child, who would want him dead? Who would do this? Why? Who... My stomach dropped as i saw it. The bridge and my son a few meter below; dangling in the air. Again i ran, i saw the trees as a passed them now almost a gradual greeting.

As i met the bridge, the metal kissed my feet more intese. Slippery and cold, ice cold to be exact. I ran to where i saw a rope who was attached to a untrusted latch.

I looked down at noah who was dangeling upside down. I grabbed the rope and pulled him up. As I did I saw his feet were busy at the attempt of exscaping through the grip of the rope. His blood dripped down from his cheeck as if it was ment to create a beautiful red to white contrass across from the winter soul.

I pulled faster but as he reached near top. My body swang forward, my chest bashed into the balustrade of the bridge as Noah feet in the grips of my bare hands and the rope has yet meet seprate paths. The rope disappeared effortless like a feather peacefull and calm it trembled down. After a while you could hear the lakes water swallow the rope, what could have been Noah.

Now once he was slipping from rope, now his slipping from my hands but before gavity tried to take him from me again. I pulled him up into my arms. AS I wrapped around him I slid down gently by choice with my back agaisnt the rough gravel textured wall.

Action before thought I took off my clothes and wrapped him in it. Now I only started realizing how the cold was fighting to take my life; cutting deep into my skin and how numb my fingers are, my legs I couldn't achieve to notice. I saw my feet were full of blood, I realized the path I was running was brightly marked. I looked at Noah and I wiped the boold from his cheeck which a soft stroke to afraid to accept that that is what is on my door.

I held him close; he was almost lifeless; he was dying I knew. I saw a note on the balustrade across from me. I looked closely and read.

Now already found
From Hung upside down
Rope tided to both my feet
With a slit on my cheek
And as blood invaded
Caused compression to my brain
Daddy I'm sorry
But I wanted to see mommy