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1 Year of My Life

Crying in the rooms, Talking in the halls. Pounding on the walls, Yelling everywhere. Hearts of stone, Broken with no hope. Anger too is shown. Wild, rebel children. Death awaits, Who will be his victim? Doors with numbers, Hard beds, plastic pillows. Jail with open doors. Caged in like animals, These kids live. Shutup number 7! Timeout number 4! Restrain number 2! Sad eyes, broken hearts. This is what was here. This was Westbridge, I know for I was there.

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Teddy Kimathi

Date: 9/10/2017 5:04:00 AM

So sad.... No child deserves such an environment, EVER! Thank you for sharing these emotions with us, Karista.

Aju Mukhopadhyay

Date: 9/4/2017 2:17:00 AM

Pathetic condition of the children effectively narrated to rouse pity.

Ralph Sergi

Date: 9/3/2017 12:45:00 PM

Hi Karista: A sad but emotional poem. Sometimes you have to recall sad times in order to remember to forget. Great Write!

Darlene De Beaulieu

Date: 7/13/2017 6:54:00 PM

If I had a child ,my child would not land up in a place like that. it sounds like a cruel place to be. It is asad poem.