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Cries of A little Child

One of the poems I wrote when I was ten. I know it’s not good, but it isn’t supposed to be. You’d get the gist of the feelings.

A child cries
In the ruins of the night,
Shatters the silence with all the might
He knows not, what lays up, ahead and apart
But he soon does, with his bleeding heart
‘Stop mother, I beg you!’
‘You make me sick.’ A knife she drew
A wrenching swing
He broke like a twig
‘you’re an abomination, disgusting as a sin’
The child lay there, broken within
Such a sight, a lonely heart
thought it’s the best, to be apart
from the precious life, soul within
carries on like a restless cart
Ever witnessed the history, have you?
Don’t know aout you, but I saw a soul depart.


If you need me

When the day comes to an end,
And you feel you need a friend,
I hope you understand,
That I will give you a hand,
If you need me…

And when you’re feeling blue,
And need a better view,
I hope you realize,
That I will give you advice,
If you need me…

And if you’re feeling sad,
Or something’s made you mad,
I hope you know I’ll talk,
Or take you for a walk,
If you need me…

If you just need someone there,
Remember I am here,
I hope you know where I’ll be,
You can always come to me,
If you need me…

Dark and Betrayed

Today this boy looks at himself in the mirror
Wondering who is staring back at him
The warm tears begin to fall
He sees his image starting to blur
The boy in the
Mirror is not so familiar
Betrayed by those around him he loses his identity
A feeling of grievance and uselessness settles in
Alone in the darkness he contemplates his next move
A million thoughts and voices run through
His mind as he grabs that wretched piece of thin metal
The beautiful eyes from above watch in pain
As this boy below struggles with himself
The voices and thoughts cease to run…
And silence is all that exists in his cold room now
The crying will soon begin for this boy who
Has been placed in the darkness


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