A poem by S. Nithish

I have the flower in my head.
I just want to get it in the light.
Can I just be in my life?
Can I just get my life back?

I am running to the light again.
Pull me up so I can join you.
For next level it’s coming up.

I am crying I need sleep.
They call me poison.
That’s not my name I am Nithish.
Why do you care will show my name to the world
going down the road?

Ha! can you see that coming?
That’s the new world formed.
Pass it can you hear me out?
Let me get back home.
I am very loud if you know—
your smartass come from the divine.

I am blinded from the light.
Is that it that’s the start of the border?
Wanna go beyond?
Let’s go to the spark of soul
that’s a frost fire
running out of school.
Run with me hear the bird.
Run with me for good.

They judge me by any downfall.
Well see my poem from God.
Have you met my birds?
To the surface we can go to New York,
get the jet ski fly away from ground.

If you have been reading these posts of Nithish’s poetry, then you know he’s writing this from spiritual vision, meaning he’s not making it up; it’s spoken into his inner ear and he writes it down. This a poem he wrote while at school some months before he was taken from his home at the lake. In one fell swoop he lost his whole life, me, Douglas, his dogs, his own room, his new computer, the farm, the lake, all of it, and he has not been allowed to return or visit me since, anywhere, call me on the phone, have anyone give him message of me, or view his YouTube channel. Read the last post to see why his parents have done this, and you will suspect, as I do, that they have abuse they are hiding, and they know the boy will tell me if he sees me alone long enough, and they are preventing that.

I don’t think I need to interpret this poem line by line. It’s obvious what he’s talking about, but what’s extraordinary about it, miraculous, is that he wrote this months before the he would be in the situation he’s speaking about, so his future self could read it and understand what is going on. His ‘wokeness’ to his situation comes and goes, more goes than comes actually, if my spiritual vision of him is correct, but I do know from others telling me that he is silent about me and the life that was taken from him, does not even mention me or it. That sure does make me think, and the purpose of his poetry, why he wrote it to his future self, was to make him think, understand what has happened to him, and stand up for himself. I do not understand spiritual process, all this miracle just to go to the garbage can of his mind, be deleted. He has as yet no interest in reading it.