It was almost midnight as i could not sleep
counting so many sheep slaughtered...
i feared my dreams would be even worst
for tossing and turning became violent
as i thought only of the hurt that awaited me
in the early mourning hours when he awakes
and i hide silently under my sheets knowing
that my nightmare monsters are real and my
body was a canvas bruised and scarred,painted
in pictures of horror.
What child deserves such hate,such acts of malice
unable to lift his schoolbag on the way to school
from the overbearing pain and weight that has been
thrusted upon these frail and weak shoulders,
what child of such an early age faces rage he is
no match for as his self of being is raped,swept
under the thick fabric of carpet that holds his tears
and unheard muttered words and cries.......
what child deserves such.
There is none that hold such a trophy that would deserve
such a harsh way of life, when your breath is short gasp
as to stay afloat not wanting to run away but to run
into the dark vast hole of nothingness to erase our fate
and hold hands with the angels that bled before us.
I was just a child and you were my father
who's wife abandoned you as a lover and mine as
a mother.........is that your answer for this child
who deserves such........?