Jeffrey A. Swim

Rookie (June 1965 / Clinton Iowa)

The Child Cries - Poem by Jeffrey A. Swim

The child cries, trembling in fear.
Listening intently, but cannot hear.
Blinded, if only he could see.
Mute and deaf? No, just a need to be free.

Shackled at the ankles and the wrists.
Moving through the darkness of the mist.
No lightening or thunder in this storm.
Just a damp gloomy mist, beyond the norm.
Screaming in pain, no soul hears his cry.
The child, left this way to slowly die.

He drops to his knees…

Tears fall from his cheeks to the ground.
The child all alone, no one around.
A constant tormenting tug on his chain.
Pulling him back to the force inflicting pain.

He cries out “What have I done? ! Why can I not go! ? !
I am but a child learning. Right from wrong I do not know!
How could I be punished for any deeds?
I am a lost child depending on you to meet my needs…
All I ask is for is kind direction.
Am I truly deserving of this pain infliction?
I began as a child innocent and pure.
Not as a problem for you to cure.”

“So I ask you, give me comfort and knowledge to ‘live’.
You may find I’m not just ‘take’,
I’m also ‘give’…”


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  • (8/21/2012 11:50:00 AM)


    Just raw.......Im so sucked in....... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 15, 2005

Poem Edited: Friday, May 21, 2010


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