Meek child,
You've been poorly made
With such a feeble body
You will not be useful
Your mind is another
Always turning, it's just trouble
Become silent not quiet
And never disobey the rules set for you
You might end up okay
I doubt it though, after all
Meek child,
You've been poorly made
YOU ARE READING
Walled In
PoetryI'm stuck, trapped within these tight walls, stuck in this neverending cycle of abuse. I'm walled in within this world of pain. There is an escape, please, come find it with me in these poems. A collection of poems about abuse on all levels.
