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Below is the poem entitled EVER WAILING CHILD which was written by poet SEAN CLAUDINE. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.



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Who will cry for the little boy,

Whose wails are heard resounding inside the man.

The man whose ever unhealing wounds are clothed in pride,

These mortal scars he wears beneath his flesh

To him are medals of honour

testimonies to his character

Though his visage is a prominent countenance of pride

He is ailed by a phantom of a little whelp

a wailing boy who stands at the threshold of time

ever hurling his lamentations to the man

with accusatory tones in little grievous voices 

accursed day the mother's nipple he purged 

with tiny bites and little nibbles his mute protests understood

and from his suckling lips his nourishment rid of with haste,

& left after the mother's guttural wails, a glutinous white trail of sweet aliment.

in persuit of new tastes, urged to crawl away from those who knew him

needing to quench his dry life with spirits and to lick his wounds in solitude

the boy's mistake his haste attitude to become a man 

Ever and forever more so, suckling from a bottle's tip the said spirits, the malignant acids,

remedies to calm his demons, heart hardened and his will to live humbled, now with each sip he impugns his need to exist, sipping these pernicious aliments to tenderly nourish his grave and coax his days shorter.

bear not amiss the abhorant, dreaded days ere 

when harsh lines marked the path he progressed,

in the keeping of a world with vile intentions this lone boy

with no loving hand to stroke a tender flame on his fragile emotions

accursed day when ignorancy ailed one such as he, to hate blindly

pride and arrogance his eventual downfall ever stirring him to ignorancy. 

hate he suckled as nourishment from the nipples of a mother whose bosom coursed with old hate. 

robbed of her maidenhood, violated absent care, then the spawn to disdain and loathe unfurl out of the desecrated womb, a gift from nemesis

woe ye the day he bid his own counsil unworthy to heed

ignorant of benevolence his creeping demise unfurl

heart unchanging ever frozen in the frame of the babe 

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  1. Date: 10/22/2012 10:07:00 AM
    well written brother

  1. Date: 8/30/2012 2:13:00 AM
    Keep up the good penning Sean!! xoxo - Laila

  1. Date: 5/3/2012 2:21:00 PM
    Your a good writer Sean, keep up the good work, very expressive luv vie