Twisted Lullaby

In a cold and dusty nursery
sits a cradle never rocked.
Within the same walls
a childhood was once lost.

Never given a chance
grew up in a twisted lullaby.
The truth was hidden
from innocent eyes.

Whimpering in the shadows
it wasn't little Jack Horner
Who was left quivering
shoved into a corner. 

Who wishes on every twinkling star
they see in the night sky.
"One day they will love me
I'll do better next time"

Novel idea-children should be seen
but never heard.
As booze scented breath whispers
"Hush now don't say a word"

To keep family secrets 
forced to do your bidding.
Distorted a child's mind
placed on puppet strings.

Neglected foundation
crumbles and easily falls apart
but the itsy bitsy spider weaved 
moments of terror into innocent hearts.

They were never revealed
out of fear and will to survive.
Still who wants to believe
in twisted lullabies.

Reviews

[Patricia B. Hepler]

'...but the itsy bitsy spider weaved
moments of terror into innocent hearts.'

Excellent. May your writing be cathartic for your life's experiences and heal your heart, always~ pat