Haunted
A child is born in a world of the unknown.
If only he knew what was really going on.
The cruelty he was shown will haunt his very dreams.
He is hated, and despised, or that’s how it seems.
I’m haunted by the pain of life is what he screams.
No one knows what goes on in and abused mind.
Please don’t look you won’t like what you find.
His heart is still breaking; it won’t go away in this life time.
Haunted, by a child hood that will always make him walk a fine line
He doesn’t want sorrow, or any ones pity.
He already thinks life isn’t pretty.
His spirit may be broken buts it’s not gone.
Haunted? Yes but he’s not alone.
He’ll be haunted until he’s dead and gone.
November 28-2008
By JD Couch
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