My Child Speaks

My Child Speaks
and the dark angel gave the white angel a feather from his wing, the only thing to destroy him, could she use it............

Saturday 21 May 2011

Blind Abuse

Notice him
Stolen and lost from life
He's sat within himself
A nameless being in search
Of an identity

Ordered when to move
And gagged from speech
Left alone and dreading the
Time he is abused

Comforted only by
His thoughts of revenge
But too young to act
He recoils in fear as
Memories flash back

His only way out
To release his voice
From behind the gag
Or hide himself
Deep inside his
Wounded soul.

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