A child alive,happy
A beautiful child to love
A child corrupt,in tiny increments
What made her trample childhood
She tore it from herself ,it was constricting
She threw it away,then came back to burn it
Be Gone forever,for no good reason
She broke their hearts,she broke the window
She fled their eyes,their words,their love
She cut herself on the shattered glass,stepping through
The first cut of thousands to come,she glanced back
Her childhood still smouldering ruin,she ran into night
Trailing disregard ,reckless abandonment
Her first victim,her favorite victim
Herself
4 comments
This is really great eriting , the last line gave me chills as I identify with it so much.
Same here, the last lines gave me the chills. This is seriously great poetry.
Thanks..just something I bashed out,I know now exactly what I lost,threw away.The value of it. I urge you to write,too.Its helpful ..whether anyone likes it or not,it feels good to express thoughts/feelings
Thanks,it helps me feel better…I urge you to write as well-there are things inside that need to see the light of day…