Strangle The Children

How I think growing up feels...

When I was a child, I never knew the morbid technicalities of life.
My infant mind knew only the smiling eyes of innocence.


Skin unmarred by anger and grief, 
Heart still beating, my childhood was no thief,

You are a sour taste under my tongue.

When all I knew was how to climb a tree, 
How to play in a bath,
How to dodge the bees,

You were building blades of hatred and sorrow.

Mother said to be careful, because she knew you'd come,
I never knew what she wanted to save me from,
Swiftly in, and swiftly out,
Before my blurry eyes had time to put,
You burnt my flesh, and broke my nose,
And took me to where every child goes.

"I'll scream and I'll yell,
I'll tell, I'll tell!"
But you weren't concerned with those childish threats.
Like an ocean wave, rising tall,
Wearing a gruesome smile as you start to fall,
Crash and corrupt, break and betray,
Thousands of children every day.

What a horrible thing, that poor young boy,
And as he turns to a man, you scream with joy,
A wretched procession of trial and error,
We all look upon you with fear and terror,
Snatching a fresh free spirited heart,
You grin like the devil as you tear him apart,
In the wake of this rampant and murderous rage,
Stands a full grown man, weary of age...

Reviews

[YacobTihstea]

I am glad I could portray the emotions in such a seemingly good way. =)
Thank you!

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

this is the reality of too many children who are cut down by the scythe of monsters wearing human faces~ your write moves the reader from light to rage to sorrow at the circumstance that broke yet another child~ powerful and very well presented in its composition~