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Child Abuse - Feeding The Body And Killing The Mind

by Name Undisclosed
(Location Undisclosed)

Fearless, and careless the toddler grows,


Climbing near windows, and hiding below.

Teetering gait, and toppling toys,

Running then crawling, while making

loud noise.

 

Smelling the cookies . . . then washing the hands,

Words that are spoken, all sound as commands.

Spilling the milk, the step’s out of line,

Come grab a small arm, and smack a behind.

 

Striking the face with a swift double-hand,

Sins of a father, the drinks, the demands,

Still lives deep inside, no stopping the pain.

Love wasted, lost gifts, not forgiving the man.

 

No one ever learned from lying

No one ever died, from crying

 

Outstretched right hand, opens the door,

Softening steps stumble, across the floor.

Gesturing fingers upon his lips,

Whispers, then hushing, while touching their hips.

 

Reaching out blindly, late in the night,

Shadows cast hiding, the frightening sight.

Eyes closed in darkness, seeing much more,

Lies of the youth, we chose to ignore.

 

Trusting in nothing, understand less,

The acts of a monster, are scarred with success.

Bottle made strangers, who others called "Dad"

The anger, and feelings, in children they had.

 

Just empty shoe boxes, the tissues that tore,

With tightly wrapped presents concealing much more.

Forget the red sneakers, the tangled up string,

And Buster Brown labels, remember nothing.

 

Time heals no wounds. The scars still remain.

It happens live on . . . no justice, no gains.

Blanketed memory, decades now past,

Buried he’s resting, in winter at last.

 

Feeding the body, and killing the mind . . .

No one ever learned from lying,

No one ever died, from crying.




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