Hgarvey Daniel Esquire Poet Lyric

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

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Sara Kendrick February 6, 2011 at 5:25 AM Abuse is a terrible thing..Sometimes it is not so bold..Sometimes it is hidden in little remarks, little daggers that belittle, and guilt trips that destroy..Good one and a good topic that needs awareness..Good luck in the contest.Sara

Audrey Haick February 3, 2011 at 11:12 AM Dear HG, I read this and am saddened as it seems we're living continuously, in a world of abuse. Still, I have hope that one day things will be as they should. We will live in a world free from all abuse, disrespect and discord. As for your beloved Lenore, I'm sure she had done her Father's bidding so light returned unto light!! Take some joy in that, my friend! God bless you always. Love, Annalise

Barbara Gorelick February 3, 2011 at 6:45 AM See your mail...BG