Mellifluous Murmurs

Child

I take everyone as my child

but who knows who would say the same to me?

I stay restless, agonizing the pain as if it were a memory 

tattooed onto my heart as a constant reminder of the flesh eating slaughter.

I was petrified, mortified, a child..

who knew that someone could go through that much?

I never looked at it like that 

call on me, let me hear you!

I can't hear no calls

just the slow cricket sounds of the dark...

It has clarified to me as a known and stated fact

for all I know 

that I shield no worthy. 

Only Lord knows where I've been

and that way it shall remain.