Wake Of Abuse Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Life silenced, torn apart by bullets of abuse.

Forgotten ages of peace and happiness, foreign
now, lasting only in memories of hate.

Listening to many stories left behind, tales
repeated, because not enough people care to
really see what goes on around them.

No one searches until it is too late and life
is lost.

Hopeless, forlorn, children left in the wake
of abuse and violence are torn apart from the
life they once knew.

Eternally broken, no sense of connection, love
or acceptance, they are left to survive, at a
loss for life.

Stranded, alone in a lost city, hiding behind
the guilt and shame afraid to venture out.

Hiding fearfully within their undeveloped
minds.