Spirit Killer Poem by James McLain

Lost in this world these people
so profound they have no face.
Displaced of sound this misery
to carry children off on train of pain.

Dead of mind break the child to way
of thought thier soul always is lost.
Sharing voice my mind this head
is talking to a rocky ledge of thorns
to those who cause the pain inside
they know.

Dread young child knows not where she goes
trembles face creased and lined inside I scream.
Issues of power no control the child of psychology
dreaming of a far off land a beach where I may lay
a shaking head thats seeking peace.