Bullets Of Abuse Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Life silenced, torn apart by bullets of abuse.

Forgotten ages of peace and happiness, foreign, 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 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 guilt and
shame, afraid to venture out.

Hiding fearfully within their undeveloped, child-like
minds.