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Child in a Shell
It’s dark this early in the morning breeze A young child wanders where he shouldn’t be Footsteps echo on the pavement street The shuffling sounds of another’s feet A familiar face so close to home Beckons me in and then we’re alone In the blink of an eye In the grass laden frost Threats found in whispers Innocence lost So much to hide in the mind of a child Feelings of guilt are driving him wild Father has stained the carpet in beer Cigarette ash I smell everywhere “Mother” I plead, but alas she can’t hear The pill bottles empty, she hauntingly stares “What a gifted young boy” “A pity” they say I learned how to hate on that very day Taken away in such clinical style Strained to remember my mother’s sweet smile Dragged by my hair and slapped in the face Seething inside with contemptuous disgrace I prayed for mother or father to come To bring me back home To reclaim their son I grew up in violence, sin and rejection It taught me to fight and despise all affection Like tainted illusions of trust, hope and love Spoken by others and worn like a glove In the mind of a man, in the dark hides a child In a place that is cold, and really quite vile The ground is like quicksand that’s holding him fast Flashes like lightening reflecting his past No one came to save him then, no ones coming still Finding ways to keep on going If even but by pill The monster’s dark embrace is strong There is no escape as such And though the creature may be gone I feel the monsters touch |
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 Very well written... I could totally relate to what you have written.
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Child in a Shell It’s dark this early in the morning breeze A young child wanders where he shouldn’t be Footsteps echo on the pavement street The shuffling sounds of another’s feet A familiar face so close to home Beckons me in and then we’re alone In the blink of an eye In the grass laden frost Threats found in whispers Innocence lost So much to hide in the mind of a child Feelings of guilt are driving him wild Father has stained the carpet in beer Cigarette ash I smell everywhere “Mother” I plead, but alas she can’t hear The pill bottles empty, she hauntingly stares “What a gifted young boy” “A pity” they say I learned how to hate on that very day Taken away in such clinical style Strained to remember my mother’s sweet smile Dragged by my hair and slapped in the face Seething inside with contemptuous disgrace I prayed for mother or father to come To bring me back home To reclaim their son I grew up in violence, sin and rejection It taught me to fight and despise all affection Like tainted illusions of trust, hope and love Spoken by others and worn like a glove In the mind of a man, in the dark hides a child In a place that is cold, and really quite vile The ground is like quicksand that’s holding him fast Flashes like lightening reflecting his past No one came to save him then, no ones coming still Finding ways to keep on going If even but by pill The monster’s dark embrace is strong There is no escape as such And though the creature may be gone I feel the monsters touch (((((  ))))) Be still my heart....
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Many a munster live within us all.
Some are like a tiny ant, and others ten feet tall. This reminds me of many who live in this pain. Wanting love, yet tasting acid rain. A very COOL and deeply enriched write man.. 
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I really enjoying reading your poems.
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Very well written... I could totally relate to what you have written. |
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Child in a Shell It’s dark this early in the morning breeze A young child wanders where he shouldn’t be Footsteps echo on the pavement street The shuffling sounds of another’s feet A familiar face so close to home Beckons me in and then we’re alone In the blink of an eye In the grass laden frost Threats found in whispers Innocence lost So much to hide in the mind of a child Feelings of guilt are driving him wild Father has stained the carpet in beer Cigarette ash I smell everywhere “Mother” I plead, but alas she can’t hear The pill bottles empty, she hauntingly stares “What a gifted young boy” “A pity” they say I learned how to hate on that very day Taken away in such clinical style Strained to remember my mother’s sweet smile Dragged by my hair and slapped in the face Seething inside with contemptuous disgrace I prayed for mother or father to come To bring me back home To reclaim their son I grew up in violence, sin and rejection It taught me to fight and despise all affection Like tainted illusions of trust, hope and love Spoken by others and worn like a glove In the mind of a man, in the dark hides a child In a place that is cold, and really quite vile The ground is like quicksand that’s holding him fast Flashes like lightening reflecting his past No one came to save him then, no ones coming still Finding ways to keep on going If even but by pill The monster’s dark embrace is strong There is no escape as such And though the creature may be gone I feel the monsters touch ((((( ))))) Be still my heart.... |
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Many a munster live within us all. Some are like a tiny ant, and others ten feet tall. This reminds me of many who live in this pain. Wanting love, yet tasting acid rain. A very COOL and deeply enriched write man.. |
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I really enjoying reading your poems. |
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