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.

[zaneybear]

this makes it sound like it's nuns who are doing it to the poor orphans when you talk about how the hide behind god and that sort of makes me think because nuns are supposed to be the "good guys" but unfortunately this did happen, it doesnt happen that much anymore do to check ups and things, but children are still abused, forgotten, and left behind, it's really a dense topic, and you dove into the gritty depths and found another beautiful way to describe such a negative topic. beautiful piece, i'd love to read more, send me more requests, and keep writing:D

[DJ]

Your close.... not nuns but something close to that. I am not going to say it though because its better left unsaid. This one is based on experiences of my own during childhood. Thanks for the comment Zaneybear, I appreciate you reading my scribbles.

[zaneybear]

they're not scribbles, they're your words, your thouhts, your feelings written on paper, and nothing I or anybody else says takes away from the beauty of these words.

[Broken Wings]

Heart breaking and beautiful at the same time. Relateable again... I love your style of writing it really pulls on the heart strings.

[Hana Saemon]

i LOVE this. reminds me of oliver twist. dark and twisted, tells the story of many who have been forgotten., i.e. orphans. powerful. write more, maybe about the boy and what happened to him now

[DJ]

Thank you :) Yeah I might just do that, thanks for the idea.

[Careless Dreamer]

I am in awe.. This was powerful..

[DJ]

Thank you very much I'm very humbled by your comment. I guess the power comes from it being based on personal experiences.