Poetry

Aphotic

I had dreams, to save the world

from the animals some humans become

I wonder what life would have been,

had I been more careful

had I not wandered alone,

the night I turned thirteen

That night they took me away,

I swear I tried to flee

But their grip was strong,

they said "to us you now belong"

they stripped me of my dignity,

not one of them had the look of pity,

when they ran out of ideas,

of ways to abuse me further,

I was beaten up and sold,

to another, and another

Why are all these men deaf?

Surely I'd scream loud

Perhaps they thought I had no feelings,

they had me covered in a shroud

They forget to give me food,

but beat me without fail,

I wish I could fly, or atleast run,

far away from this jail

I had tried, but now I gave up

Accepted the pain, accepted defeat

They took away my innocence,along with my soul,

Now I long for the end everyone meets

I have dreams no more,

I had them once, I agree

Oh God, when will the world,

come and try to save me?