Taken From Home Poem by THEODORE MOSLEY

He was on his way home from school and seen a puppy playing alone.
Grabbing the puppy he was grabbed and his sight was taken from him.
My name is Michael and I woke up inside a cage with other crying children.
Scared and crying he wanted to run but his fear held him inside his cage.
Where are my parents when I need them where is my big brother to protect me.
He looked around and saw darkness; this house is not my home.
He wanted to hide in his mother's arms but his silence could not find her.
His food was their food, his bathroom was their bathroom.
Listening to the voices of unknown people his screams are not heard.
Ten years old and his world is a prison of other hands not known to him.
Their enjoyment is his suffering of innocence that he never knew.
Willing to do anything to go home he begs for his release but feel pain in his body.
His body is cold and lifeless as he lay on the filth of others that came before him.
Michael whispered within himself with his last breath I love you mom I love you dad.
He was taken from home for pleasures of darkness within a man that ignites demons.

Written by Theodore Mosley
May 24,2017