RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Battles Of The Inner Child - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Nighttime fallen upon sightless eyes, deaf mind of an
Wordless, taking ideas of others, pulling them from graves
of decadent systematic frugal displays of innocence.
Battles of the inner child played out in bitter memories,
mindless of the damage caused.
Strait-jacketed throughout life, all emotions tied and wound
together with every fiber of being.
Woven tightly, no loose threads hanging, no chance of frayed
memories to let go and become voiced.
Child-like, the rest of the world spins around, never touching
upon the fabric of a little life.
Spared by no one, used by everyone, abused endlessly, shamed
into feeling guilty and completely at fault.
Who could do this horrible thing? What monster lurking under
daddy masks or disguises could prey on a little child?
Forever paying with life, the purchase of a little body,
fulfilling yearnings of lust never meant to be tried on one
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