Copyright - January 19, 2000
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Who Will Help The Children?
They walk with gentle hearts
And souls abound with innocence,
The laughter of the children
Bring joy for all to relish.
But in the night, in the dark,
There lies a blank canvas,
Nothing is what it seems,
Soon to be seen a little garden.
Children reaching arduously for heaven,
Appearing to be trapped in purgatory,
Their youthful souls caught
Between the living and the dead.
Glorious days of their youth
Torn from their very existence,
Blackness now fills their hearts
Walking through life in restlessness.
Perpetrators stalk their dreams
With heartless acts of cruelty,
Tormenting their every thought,
Tomorrows consumed with blight.
Screams of anguish cry out,
In their outward acts of defiance,
Weighted down with responsibilities.
The world has missed you.
3 comments:
Hey Suzhon are you trying to tell us something? You know where here if you need to talk, walk, find gladware in the scrub.
I second what she said.
I think writing, especially poetry, can be a good therapy. I know when I am really upset about something, if I write it down in a letter (or blog!) I can let it go and free my mind of it. Well, maybe not totally, but it helps!
Keep posting your poems and thoughts!!!!
Hey, you haven't posted anything on here in a while, so I've "tagged" you. Check it out on my blog. See ya soon!
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