The Lost Child Inside the Deranged Mind
In the depths of this mind
A fruit in decay.
Alone and forgotten
The child,
Shamed and in dismay.
Love and pain intertwined
Memories hidden—not rotten.
Abandoned by fate
Nurtured by hate.
Love is the fiend
In the depths of this mind
Hope has departed
Pain is kind—
A playground for the angry hearted.
In the depths of this mind
Herein lives despair next to desire,
Anxiety defeats amity
And over and over again—
Atrocity wins over sanity.
Copyright © Juliet Kuchta | Year Posted 2020
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