Thistle Wargul


Kidnapped - Poem by Thistle Wargul

A child.
A small child.

Bathed in laughter of his playmates.
Face glowing in the sunlight.
Innocent.
Naive.
Unsuspecting.

One day
A stranger.
Tall, dark.
Picks up the child.
And into a silver car.

Violated.
Tortured.
Used.
Innocence stripped
Away with the
Terrible day.

A child.
A small child.

Bathed in blood of his companions.
Face ashen, broken in the dawn.
Changed.
Forever.
And no more.

A child.
Lying cold and still in the gutter.
Dead.
But for what purpose?


Comments about Kidnapped by Thistle Wargul

  • (4/2/2008 3:40:00 AM)


    very pathetic and it really touches your heart... a question to this world...
    A child.
    Kidnapped.
    But for
    What purpose?
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 2, 2008

Poem Edited: Sunday, October 26, 2008


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