the sounds of steps,
he kept awake and never slept.
always listening out to hear,
since he was driven into fear.
his rooms shrouded in darkness,
this child was never given kindness.
he had no voice,
not given any choice.
. . . . . .
That is enough
now you have been hushed.
forever now silent.
being beaten from violence.
the child's last thought,
the only thing his parents taught was that, "it was all his fault. . . "
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Mind | Poetry.
PoetryJust some poems i write when i feel like it . . .hope you read them. warning, these poems are pretty dark. I get depression easily, and i recently picked up on poetry. So i thoughts of expressing my thoughts to words.
