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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required As I was stumbling in that dark cramp room, scratching and stretching out my arms for someone to save me…as I stammered broken words as the weight of his adult body lay upon my back, crushing my little bones. My endless muttered cries of pain went unanswered, as I began to realize that there was no one that could save me. Years later I would still suffer, as I drank myself silly from my constant drinking. As I lied wasted trying to forget all my childhood fears and frustrations. Bitter at the world and those who had brought me here to this place of damnation! Words that I would tried to utter of my mouth, they somehow manage never to come out. There I was a grown man that was still trapped inside the nightmares of a scared little boy that never seem to stop dreaming. Words that I long to speak, but they never seem to come out of my mouth, but somehow I would still manage to scribble down on paper from day to day. Some of them... I would keep in a secrete place in my head and I would only recite to God from time to time if he would request it. One day as I lay stricken from a sickness from all my constant drinking in a hospital bed, it was then that Angel appeared beside my bed and he asked me if I would recite some of my work… I then began to do some of those poems from off the top of my head. I thought that I was speaking only to God and the Angel that day. It was then that I had realized that other people had been listening as they stood around my bed. As those words continued to flow from out of my mouth, it was then that I knew for the first time that those chains had been broken and that the broken words of a Child Poet where no longer broken.
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