He was asked to write a poem today,
About things that make him smile,
But there are only sad things he can recall,
From his memories that he has compiled,
So having come to that conclusion,
It now saddens him even more,
That his whole life has been wasted,
From the minute he was born,
His abuser took away his smile,
With the things he did to him,
And he locked his smile far away,
And kept the key held deep within,
So when that child looks in the mirror,
There’s not a smile upon his face,
Just his eyes that are gaunt and lifeless,
As they stare into outer space,
And a mind that’s still being tortured,
By the ghost within his dreams,
Because that child aged five without a smile,
Still cries with fear and screams,
Because all he’s ever wanted,
Was to be rid of all his pain,
His guilt and his self-loathing,
So he could have a SMILE back on his face again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem