Allan Chorusch Poems

Grasping your life to be as easy as possible
holding on to the promises we were given
feeling excitement when this promise draws so near
and thus instituted to an empty despairing hope.
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I once was a churchgoer as a little kid with aspirations to be a priest or a Christian helper somehow this never occurred the abuse took hold of me the abuse scared me so much mentally I didn't finish school because of the many escapees I did Somehow I managed life til now I thought of taking all of it away thus I am here today.

Shamed and named by your piers wasn't the life I dreamed of told to sit and wait till the next beatings weren't even inany way comfort believed not ever even the police never believed the church priests were in power they were allowed to use us and toys not boysa pawn to them choosing of their own a vast unsettled life was to be had by myself Yet they hold a lousy meeting to say how bad I was how evil I was to God and his followers for fighting for trying to be me for escaping
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