Abused
An old rusty razor, to shave my head bald
My forearms your ashtray, my eyes your pin cushion
A bleach, ammonia bath twice a day, in scalding hot water
You may ask why I harp on my youth in such a fashion
The answer : Statistics, 83.4% of abused children : Abuse;
When they become adults does that hidden untold story :Live again?
Did My LORD JESUS, take Lenore to Save a generations' : “ Psyche “ ?
If so I am Pleased
Author’s Note : I’m not sure if I have set this in the right Form, Please Advise
Copyright © Hgarvey Daniel Esquire | Year Posted 2011
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