Mark Koplin Poet Rhyme

A Childs Silent Inflictions

A wafting thunder down deep with lost fragments of heart
Ponderous and measuring, abandoned deep in the dark
Nourishment degraded decaying love forever lost
Damaged limb from limb life’s lonely bitter cost

Taken by chase, a dragon’s breath allure
Once innocent and sweet but no longer pure
Absent loyalty unseats, the flame now takes hold
This deadly flash of the tail, presently big and so bold

Knowledge and wisdom now consumed by the beast
A child yearning for freedom and life’s final feast
Overlooked and neglected this youth now confined
Silently lost in the shuffle, a writ left unsigned

August 11, 2020
Inflictions Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Silent One

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Anne-Lise Andresen August 19, 2020 at 6:52 AM - Congratulations on your win in Silent One's contest: INFLICTIONS :) - // Anne-Lise :) Mark Koplin August 19, 2020 at 7:25 AM Thanks Anne!

Silent One August 15, 2020 at 4:10 AM A child should never have to go through such inflictions, yet so many do and that is a sad state of reality.. how cruel and disgusting some humans can be... Congratulations on your placement in the contest. Mark Koplin August 15, 2020 at 6:23 AM Thank you! I appreciate your generous placement

Jennifer Proxenos August 13, 2020 at 11:51 AM I am sure your wife's heart is broken at least once a day - there are so many homeless children and they suffer fear, heat, cold, hunger, shelter, hunger, I could go on forever. A very clever write Mark, the innocence of these children lost forever, leaning towards the beasts enslavement. Brilliant Mark, Blessings, Jennifer. Mark Koplin August 13, 2020 at 1:14 PM Her job is so hard but she is very committed and amazing at her job thank you

Caren Krutsinger August 12, 2020 at 12:40 AM Beautifully done; and so appropriate; more now than ever. Thank your wife for her service. Mark Koplin August 12, 2020 at 5:31 AM Thanks Caren. I thank her everyday. She is a true life hero

Arturo Michael August 11, 2020 at 12:27 PM Sad...no child on this planet shoud be subjected to an unjust system...whether by family, people or by governments..Or one day our children will no longer be ours..to shape and love... Mark Koplin August 11, 2020 at 1:39 PM My wife is a social worker for foster care. I hear plenty of horror stories that these poor children experience

Jenna Logan August 11, 2020 at 11:21 AM Innocence lost at a young age is a gift stolen, one that can never be replaced. I hope your poem is looked upon with favor, Mark. Mark Koplin August 11, 2020 at 11:56 AM Thank you so much Jenna, you are so kind

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart August 11, 2020 at 7:33 AM Umph. Visceral, eloquent, brilliant penning. x Mark Koplin August 11, 2020 at 7:40 AM Thank you Mo! I appreciate your kind words my friend