The Living Dead

Conceived in hatred....raised in fear...!!! I am a child who knows nothing...But tears! If kinsmen you call those" who are your near" I have a lot of siblings...all with the difference of an year.. We all are frightened...scattered!!..far and wide.. All brokendown and shattered,at the mercy of cruel tide.. We only get together to play the game of "hide" Its not atall a fun-time,not a joyful roller-ride..! We hide with trembling knees and heart... We hide to **** the ears!!! The bitter words and angry blows..the anguished cries... ........ we must not hear....!! The ever-lasting sorrow,grief that dampens cheer.. The rising mist in hollows,engulfing all that's clear! So must we drown in the "sea of dead'...... ......without a "will" to bear...!! As "living-dead" we are off to school..! To pretend the lives of blessed fools... We're but "forgetful children"! as goes the wordly rule!! Who will not starve by "lack of love"...!! Nor freeze merely sensing "frightening cool" Who will forget...who will let go...!! Of memories!...as unwinds the ball of wool.... Who will eventually seek solace.... ...in 'coloured clay' and playful tools..!!!