Michael P. McParland
Is this where my mind was thrown into the abyss?
Haunted so young touched by deaths kiss.
Made to feel so guilty and cheap.
Like nothing more than a toy to keep.
Shown the door of such horrors galore,
to ruin my life through extreme mental strife.
Defiled and admonished till I no longer felt conscious,
of true human desire that gives us worth and lifes fire.
I once was so young but quickly turned old.
As the cold devils hand reached forth and took ahold.
I cannot tell thee how much I do need,
to express my love and desire like a true human being.
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