Out of the Cradle, Into the Pain

The moment we are born we are exposed to the horrors of the world we have created

Baby blue eyes

 instinctive and clean

Of all the world's cries

That will be or has been

Each new inch grown

As teeth will fall

 Unknown sorrows sown

In the place we crawl

Society shapes us

away from virgin veils

Hands a world of fuss

Covered in cracks and nails

Fallen into the trap

Its inevitable toss up

Of being alone

Or surrounded by gossip

We hurt, we cry

We cheat, we steal

We succeed with lie

Small extends we feel

The gifts we've battered

Were ours to mould

Our innocence shattered

But who is to scould?

Reviews

[A. Amos]

Love the subject you chosen to write about...your expressions and execution are marvelous my friend...

[Cassie Black]

Thank you so much! Glad you liked it

[leppero]

dhia guit

nice job here, miss. there's a quaintness about an a-b rhyming scheme that is contrasted by the thoughts conveyed, kinda dark, kinda matter of fact.

good stuff

[Cassie Black]

Go raibh míle!
Thanks so much, like the irish touch