Whimpers of the small child
A boy cowering in the darkness
His nightmare awaits him
Not make-believe
But real
His child abuser
A young boy, does not deserve
to get his blood spilt
Or have glass carved into his flesh
As tears roll down silently
He cannot do anything
But he is a boy, is he not?
So how can he be helpless?
I laugh at you, at your stereotypical thoughts
He is no different from me and you
He is in pain, frozen with fear
But silent... nor daring to speak
And so he sleeps-
but sleep does not release him from his pain
He embraces darkness uneasily
As she hurts him in his dreams
He whimpers and cries out
But the world is deaf, oblivious
As the boy wakes up with a start
Tears rolling down
And then... he is caught
Caught for showing misery
Rightfully punished
By the sharp knives, cutting into his skin
But the pain is not as bad
As the pain in his heart
As it shatters, looking into the face of his child abuser
The face of his mother
How can such people exist?
To have satisfaction in others pain
They are not humans for they are savage
Brutal monsters, no worse than killers
And the victims are silent
Lost in their mourning...
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My poems
PoetryThese are poems I write whenever I am feeling emotional or bored. Hope you like it :-)