three beings

In the corner of a blue walled room there sits three little beings
Two of them know what’s really happening, the third too innocent to tolerate the earsplitting
One knows the truth and keeps trying to push it out of its mind
The words coming out of its mouth get louder to disguise the hushed crying
The other one fills its head with rage and will keep that for eternity
The smash comes and the beings tremble, the third one asks what’s going on
The other two move farther into the corner to shield the feeblest creature.
The outcome is pain; the events leading were panic, sorrow and worry.
The beings are left in the room, padded with harmful thoughts.
Will they be untied, or will tonight be the last time their blood relations show affection.
Its survival of the fittest, but none of these three beings will survive.
They will develop into unhealthy, insecure failures unable to reach grandeur.
They wish that blue walled room door never opened.
They hoped that night would have ended differently.
But those three little beings shared something that night that they will never forget.