Born-Torn, Scorned and Scarred

Born-torn, scorned and scarred. Baby's thrown like a bone, choked and charred. Raised by a mother shackled to Meth, Dismissed by a father, deserted and left. Itching for a fix, Mom hunted a high. Twisting white truth, entangled in lies. Selling sob stories with emotional pleas, She abandoned her kin with relative ease. Time ticked by to the beat of a tear. Hate accelerates with the fleeting year. Shattered remnants marked her absent roll. Mother’s hiatus fueled a bitter soul. A lonesome heart thuds with empty space. A drug dubbed “love” was never replaced. Despite the embrace of another’s clutch, The kid still cried for mother’s touch. Born-torn, scorned and scarred. Baby's thrown like a bone, choked and charred. Raised by a mother shackled to Meth, Dismissed by a father, deserted and left.