How Much Longer Will It Go On

He was the child that did not smile, or live or breath, towards his death he did not look as though he had the time to duck and dive he was taught to live or die by the book Bruised and battered in a dishevelled state hiding in corners wrapped only in tears he, deprived of love, a child they did hate starved of food, under the stairs, hiding fears Then justice stepped in and took him away to a home full of love, fun and laughter in that tormented life he could not stay as one so young he could not look after He grew into a man without a care Adopted a child, saved them from despair. ©1/3/2014 Shackled Deprived of freedom then held as a slave mental torture, in every race and creed trapped in a void, while trying to be brave inside looking out, a broken heart bleeds Tormented, abused, while home is their jail shunned by a partner and tainted with lies no contact with friends including no mail then pushed to the brink each day they despise Whispered sweet nothings, then captured by love charmed to the alter, their vows they both read the cracks appear, as does a boxing glove sentenced to life for an innocent deed With prayer and patience they will be released A living hell at the hands of a beast. 1/3/2014 Note* This is a double sonnet. I used the same title for both as these despicable crimes can happen to anyone of any age in any country and we should not close our eyes to the fact that it could be happening in our neighbourhood to people we know…