Devastation Poem by Justin Reamer

Who knew the soul could be vanquished?
Who knew childhood could be whisked away
With the simple snap of one’s fingers?
Who knew? Who knew, by God?
Who knew?

My life had been normal,
I swear it could have been,
Simple and happy,
Pure and sweet,
But it could never be so.

My life, whisked away at a moment’s notice,
My childhood, forever destroyed by
The torrential, malevolent forces of evil.
Who am I? Why do I exist?

The pain travels with me wherever I go,
Memories of things long since passed,
Memories suppressed for the longest time,
Resurfacing as I enter adulthood,
Several days after my birthday.

Father, why did you do it to me?
Why did you ruin my life?
Why must I suffer as you live
Your own happy life wherever you are?
Why must I suffer so long?

The pain, enveloping me every day,
Lingers within my heart,
Consuming my heart one step
At a time, bit by bit,
Steadily working up my esophagus,
And eating my vital organs.

I live, and I suffer
As I wear a mask every day,
Praying that consolation will come my way,
And hoping that God will help me.

But slowly, I die a long death,
Painfully, painstakingly dying,
And giving in to decay,
As my soul decays into nothingness
In this state of devastation.