Open Wounds-A Harlot's Child Poem by ANNE P LadeeAnne MURRAY

Unbearable cares held back...
face turning emerald with despair
by lost, withered dreams...
by his lost childhood

He was a harlot's boy-
now a man...
lost in the wilderness
haunted by his deceit of things
that cannot be undone

A sin eater...
swallowing old mistakes
tapping against time
acknowledging his poverty
of heart and soul

A lost man...
trapped in the excesses of his life
trying to manage the consequences
come rain or shine

When he was a child
no one came to wipe his tears away
No one was there to heal his open wounds

All those who chose to trespass
against his heart and soul-
dance untamable in his mind
with his life...
slowly bleeding away