The Child

The Child

A Poem by Zay
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Growing up is hard and often there times when some people just choose to just give up.

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The child is grown,
The dream is gone.
The heart is cold, 
No longer gold.
The wrist are scarred
By jagged shards,
The heart is broken
From words unspoken.
The noose is tied,
The child has died.
In the morgue their body lies,
Unable to hear their parents' cries. 

© 2016 Zay


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Added on December 19, 2016
Last Updated on December 19, 2016

Author

Zay
Zay

Australia



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I'm a person who aspires to be a writer. The works that you'll find here will also be found a website called 'Quotev' in my account 'Bone Empress'. Just check out published and click the work called '.. more..

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