A Boy Without a Name

A flashback through emotional memories.

A child sitting quietly at a window pane

As adults come to pick their new spawn

From the criminally insane

No one ever picked him

For no one knew his name

 

Soft tears falling from his face

Left without a parents love

Guilt consuming his disgrace

He was deemed unlovable

But in desperate need of an embrace

 

 A life empty, devoid of love

Caged in a concrete prison

A white winged gentle dove

No escape from the abuse

Silent prayers sent up above

 

For the murdered he did cry

No gentle words to calm him

Not one bed-time story, nor a lullaby

Stripped of clothes and dignity

Severed wings can’t fly

 

 

Scrub the floors they would say

No time for tears now you scum

You have to work all day

Get down on your hands and knees boy

Now you have to pay

 

For the sins of your unknown Father

Whose face you've never seen

For the absence of your Mother

She left you on the stairs

You wouldn't be alone now, if they had truly cared

 

You owe us boy we took you in

We let you live, though undeserved

Now forever you will pay for being an awful sin

You ungrateful little boy

You are trash and trash goes in the bin

 

Torn rags, dirty from head to toe

With bleach filled lungs, body bruised

Unspeakable crimes, a boy shouldn't know

Bound and gagged, blood beaten blue

As the pain inside him, continuously grows

 

Heart always racing, wishing he’d never cried

Searing pain to come again,

Cowered in the corner, wishing he would die

Like so many gone before him

Death was their escape, a swiftly hushed goodbye

 

The cowards, the abusers often hid

Behind ‘God’s word’ a spoken

To cover the horrific things they did

Outwardly an angel, a devil cleverly disguised

Just so the people would do their every bid

 

Childhoods were stolen, swept by the broom

Nameless faceless skeletons

Forever now are doomed

An abused and lonely existence

Death didn't come too soon

 

Society blankets the monstrosities that occurred here

No one takes responsibility

For an orphans life and care

A childhood of burden an adulthood of pain

A ghost masquerades in human form

A boy without a name... 

Author's Note

Please leave any feedback. I just wrote this tonight. Leave me your thoughts and interpretations.

Reviews

[Jennifer Rai]

what you have written is true and the imagery behind it fillied my eyes and heart with tears yet again.

i fill for the children like the boy you speak of and has always been a dream to adopt a child and one day i will.

this is a brilliant peace of writing. you are awesome..

[DJ]

Thank you Jennifer, yes it is true, emotional memories of my childhood. That is really awesome, I hope to adopt some day too. Make it easier for a child whom through no fault of their own was left, unloved and not cared for. Thank you so much for your kind words. They truly touch my heart.

[Tom]

Very touching Cairo, ' Stripped of clothes and dignity, severed wings can’t fly', a powerful line, hit the chord in a most poignant way as it's meant too!

Another terrific poem !

[DJ]

Thank you Tom, so glad you like it my friend.

[KeatonLouis]

The feeling your skin gets when the follicles of your hair trigger emotion

[DJ]

Thank you for your review, I'm glad you felt the emotion in this.

[Electric Scribe]

This is awfully sad poem. Beautifully written, I could't help by share some of the feelings this boy with no name felt. I had a name, same as my father, a father whom could show no love. More night then night, some how I would get in the way and becoming a punching bag, or sometimes much worse, as I have burns on my back from being held on a burner. The pain this child felt is so immense and real for me that I shared in the ride. Never forgetting how horrible it feels to look at the moon at night and wish every night to just die. Like I said beautifully written but so much pain, it would be hard to read again.

[DJ]

I am so sorry to hear about your pain my friend. I know that pain well, although not from parents, from the people who ran the orphanage I grew up in. I have scars, not only on my soul but on my body. What I am trying to say is, I don't know your pain, but I understand how that pain feels.

On a brighter note, it has made you become an amazing, kind, beautiful soul. As hard as it is to overcome such horrors endured over childhood, it creates the most amazing of people. I am blessed to know you my friend. You are one of the most positive people I have met on here. Stay strong and thank you for reviewing my work :)

[Electric Scribe]

Thank you for such kind words in return. You in return have an amazing soul! I have noticed that it is hit or miss with people whom have had this pain. Sometimes the most beautifully inspired, all life loving indivdules, or the opposite, dark resentful, and destructive. I believe we are kindred spirits and I am glad you know love now. You have people on this site whom are drawn to you and care very much. I am certain in the physical world is just as full as love from all those you touch. Stay strong, keep fighting hard, because we all love you.

[London's Lily]

I don't have fancy words for this review. I don't have many words at all, actually, and it's rare that I'm rendered speechless. I'm so angry that this happens, and angrier that it's happened to you. You're going through enough, let alone having to bear the burden of these being your childhood memories. It sickens me.

I am a person who holds an overwhelming amount of compassion and love for all children. Not just, "Aww, kids are cute," but rather, "If I wasn't confined to a 900 sq ft house, I'd bring in every foster child within a 7,000 mile radius because I cannot bear the thought of any child going to sleep without a proper kiss goodnight and a song or bedtime story." I'm *that* crazy about children, and obsessive over their need to be shown that they're cared for.

Well, then. Perhaps I wasn't speechless after all. I do apologize. Another poem of yours that I both love and hate, for the same reasons as before: I love how you wrote it, I hate that you had to. *double hugs*

[DJ]

Aww, you are such a kind and loving soul Lily. We need more beautiful people like you in the world. Thank you for reviewing this and I understand what you mean when you say you hate it and love it at the same time. Thank you for your words of comfort, they warm my heart. Any child would be lucky to have you in their lives and it is the intention that matters. The if you could you would, just shows the character you have. *hugs*

[London's Lily]

:) *hugs*

[Douglas White]

I spent a few months in the foster care system when I was 8, and I was placed with a "good Christian family" - yeah, right. This poem hits home, and hard, reminding me of my own experiences with "good Christian values" that were really just an excuse for two sadistic people to vent on helpless children.

This was a hard poem to read, honestly. For that reason, you need to know that it does exactly what it needed to. I wouldn't change a thing with this work, as harsh as it is. I know EXACTLY how hard it was to write this, but thank you for doing so.

[DJ]

I am so sorry for your pain my friend. I am sorry you can relate to this. Sadly, orphans and those placed in foster care are often treated like animals by those in "power" and those people often hide like cowards behind religion. I'm sorry this hit a personal nerve with you. I hate knowing that others suffered similar abuse, it makes me sick. Thank you for your review, I understand completely how hard and emotional it must have been for you to read. If you ever need an ear to listen I'm here. I hope that you found happiness and joy now you are out of that place.

[Reggie Sapphire]

woah, i just began frozen, as if time just stopped, your words like arrows into my heart, its just that moment when theres no one to help you, no one to save you, no one to bless you but your self. and "
in a desperate need of embrace" .

[DJ]

Thank you Reggie. I'm glad that you were able to connect to the piece. Yes that moment brings some of the most difficult emotions I have ever had to face. Physical wounds heal, but the emotional are always there, their mark survives through-out time. Thank you for the review :)

[Reggie Sapphire]

and thank you for your wonderful poems ...

[Katho28]

this poem was incredibly sad... it reached my heart. even though I've never been through something like this, i felt everything as I read this poem. You have this ability to make every word real, and for that moment, I'm there... and there's so much pain...
Incredible work.

[DJ]

Thank you, it is real for me, so for a moment, while you were in it, you were sharing my pain. Thank you for understanding the emotion in this piece.

[bobc]

We've heard the news but we don't really know the stories. Thank you so much for sharing this. Keep at it...bob

[DJ]

The news and media aren't always reliable, however, sadly it is one of the only ways people even know of such things. Thank you bob :)

[Hana Saemon]

watch Silence in the House of God. May give u a better idea of the abuse in not just orphanages, but the religious institutions claiming to be holy, but abusing the very kids who rely on them.

[bobc]

You are most welcome. Any time...bob

[Vani Jalagar]

nice thoughts . I remember childhood days. I've seen destiny playing with children's life. I've seen sufferings of babies that are dumped brutally. In fact I've come across it.

[DJ]

I'm sorry for your experiences :( So have I, this was written from personal experience but it saddens me that you can relate. Thank you for your comment.