Every thirty seconds on the news I see a new story about a murderer, a burglar, a child
molester.
It has been said that we cannot know the face of God/ess,
But using scientific methodology, I would
venture that this burning bush that we call earth was set ablaze by an omnipotent child with
a magnifying glass, laughing at the blackend husks of ants and dinosaurs, neanderthals and
Newtons.
It would be a foolish theory if you could prove to me that violence isn't cyclical, a cascading
and tumescent force which only gains strength as it moves along.
somewhere deep inside
Somewhere deep inside of me is a child ready to cry.
It need to be held for fear it feels inside it just to much for it to bear.
It can’t see it way out of the fear of the secret world it made inside
it faces each day looking into those eyes that was supposed to
care but they just hurt them deep inside, the pain rages but
the tears don’t dare fall.
Because there would be more abuse and secrets to hide, pain to feel which is deep inside a child heart ,mind and soul .
The child that’s abuse, hated for begin a child with nothing but love inside.
But the pain is way deep inside they can’t explain all they
know is hate ,pain and rage inside .
But somewhere deep inside is a child that want to cry and end the pain that’s inside