Have you thought about the pain that a parent goes through
When they find out that their child has been kidnapped and abused.
( this is just a story)
She was coming home from school that day
When her life was taken away.
A child predator on the prowl
Waiting to take someone down.
She lived only a block away
When she became the predators prey.
He grabbed her so fast -she could not scream
And since that day she hadn’t been seen.
The search began block to block
The publics outrage would not stop.
They found her body in an alleyway
By some children who went out to play.
The parents screams filled the air
As their eyes began to tear.
The hatred of what this man had done
Filled the hearts of everyone.
As their daughter was put in the ground
This child predator the police had found.
But there is nothing that could take away the pain
For their lives would forever change.
The photographs and memories of when she was growing.
These are the things that this man had stolen.
No more pictures that they could take
For it was now, much too late.
The pains of the parents have got to be heard
And it’s time to spread the word.
This is the price you pay
For child abuse
Can you feel me
I cant feel you
All alone
Lying in bed
I’m asleep
Soon I’ll be dead
I’m in your room
As I wake from light
Your upon me
Something ain’t right
I open my eyes
And see your face
I’m scared to death
My heart starts to race
I look in your eyes
There is no shame
Down below
I can feel the pain
I try to push you
I’m not ready
Its no use
Your to heavy
You close your hand
Over my mouth
As I try to yell
And scream for help
You grab my shoulder
And turn me around
Push my face
To the ground
I can’t breathe
I’m gasping for air
I’m hysterical now
But you don’t care
This is it
This is all
It’s what you get
You broke the law
You pay the time
But I paid the price
In your cell
I hope their anything but nice
This is the price you pay
For child abuse
Can you feel me
I cant feel you.
Awake the child that ached for years
The frightened man, ashamed of fear
I hold too tightly to this place
The reverence that lead to waste
Silent virtue comes undone
The burning pain, and dying sun
I can’t recall what I did want
And all that’s left is dead and gone
Innocence was spent on pain
My mind was twisted; left insane
The heart that tried to rise above
Was left alone because it never could
Depth and silence masquerade
The embodiment of all I say
My shadow crawling closer now
As I begin to question how
The misery that took my breath
Refracts itself until my death
This mirror world that will not break
Reflects to me all of my mistakes
Awake the ice that I’ve become
This destiny has overrun
The fallen centuries that I’ve felt
And all the heartache I have dealt
The vision of a child is gone
The fearful man has come upon
The image of a dying world
What’s left behind – no longer held
~Don’t spite the child to hurt his dad
This practice is both harmful and sad
~And you wonder why he’s always mad
~He loves him as much as you
Was by your side while in your womb he grew
~Raising a child takes more than one – it takes two
~You left them alone when you were in school
You trusted he knew what to do
~Now you’re not with him you change all the rules
~Why rip out his heart to soothe your pain
Why play these childish games
~In him rage and fury is what remains
~Take note; this battle you may have won
If the tables turn you better run
~This damage just can't be undone
~Please think about the long run
Put your anger aside and think of your son
~His father loves him more than anyone…
Lay
Emotions are torn
For a child unborn
Never to be rocked and held
Emotions are torn
For a child unborn
Never to once be felt
No stories for us to tell
high hopes
big dreams
all that’s just a memory
as it now seems
What would have been
Pride and joy
Has left a big void
An empty space
To have never seen that baby face
Count fingers and toes
To go buy baby clothes
Emotions are torn
For a child unborn
Our anticipation
has become devastation
our elation
has quickly faded
all that’s left is imagination
of this child unborn, alive
in our minds
I sat in my truck in Hue City....
Little kids were everywhere....
Hungry.
One little girl I saw...
So pretty....
Maybe six or so
I didn't know....
Every morning
Our convoy would go
To Hue....
And she would be there
Looking for me...
A street child lost and hungry
I knew....
We never shared a word...
but I knew her smile..
I always had some food to share
Each day...It was my way...
I looked forward to seeing her
laugh and smiling every day...
Then came the next day...
In the morning...
Where was my darling
Little Vietnamese girl?
A boy...filthy dirty..
Maybe five years old,
Made the sign of death...
The NVA had killed Her.....
For wanting to be fed....by
The Americans....
I know that I am haunted
From things you cannot know
Or share...
A beautiful child died because
I gave her a piece of bread.....
PTSD has no bounds..........
A child is dying of cancer
Only eight years old
He loves all the attention
But hasn't yet been told
His Grandfather passes away
Only three days ago
His death came from cancer
Yet he still doesn't know
Like it says in the bible
Everyone has to die
But the suffering is great
And no one knows why
How do you tell
A child of just eight
That his grandfather's pain
Will soon be his fate
For now he seems normal
And all things the same
But when one dies so young
Who do we blame?
This story is true
I'm sorry to say
This little boy of eight
Will soon pass away
A child of abuse
Since she was three years old
She's lost in the darkness
Silent and cold
Aware of her surroundings
Unable to speak
A child full of life
Now, humble and meek
Abandonded at birth
Given to a stranger
No one to protect her
From the imminent danger
Her tears never heard
In silence she wept
Never telling anyone
Of the secrets she's kept
Her dreams now forgotten
At the tender age of ten
Afraid of the dark
Her nightmares begin
Where is the hero
To rescue this child?
Lost and broken
Her innocence defiled
In a small glass container
She catches her tears
Proof of her torment
Her silent years
Dear Mommy,
Why did you go away? Was I not as good as the white snow you blew was, my love for you
not strong enough to help you pull thru? Stuck as the starving child wising to be loved. The
drink was your friend to busy with to see a small little girl wishing to be that bottle so true.
You left me mommy with these strangers so cold and bitter, each day born with a slap of the
belt so few love letters. My sanity took from a girl so young, mommy you should of been
there to shelter me from this storm. You came back mommy presents anew arms held out
wide to receive something that this little child was denied. My love for you mommy is no
more, with my sanity it walked out the door. No words you could say could ever fill the void
of what i lost is what a mother, daughter bond that will never ever be reborn.
Lost Forever
A child with no where to go
Alone in a world
Full of people
Such a tiny voice
No one could hear
A Child
Lost Forever
Pretending to be okay
Not wanting any one to see the pain
Afraid no one would believe
A child
Lost Forever
Not knowing whom to turn to
Afraid of their own shadow
Wanting to run away forever
Hide from the pain
That will not go away
It would be so nice
If it would get
Lost Forever
Crying on the inside
Smiling on the outside
No one would know
That this child
Did not feel like a child
Innocence taken away
A childhood
Lost Forever
By: Jean Shular
A young child loved by many
Hid all the beatings, lashings, and hittings
No one knew what "home" was like
Many could guess but ne'er one was right
Dreading every step that took her near
Her heart sank and filled with fear.
The door creaks as she so quietly walks in
And seeing what she saw, she knows it's the end
Not a teacher, parent, nor child from afar
Knows how bad these things are
Now a child in heaven silently scorns
For all the reasons she was ever born.
The phasing of my nightmares
Through to conscious time
Has stolen my last dreamscape
As this child screams inside
My creations always singing
Of the fear that still hides
Behind incentive’s reason
To pretend I didn’t die
This place without a meaning
Dressed in ashen love
Locking up its history
And mopping up my blood
The burning of my nightmares
Into this black hole
Reveals the bold reflection
Of the horrors in my soul
I’ve shaped my own existence
Using broken hearts
The red abyss now laid before me
Is everything I am so far
The truth is all around me
The night terror took my dreams
This child is now a monster
And alone I need to feed
You lay there cold, not moving
I want you to blink. Why won't
you blink? Why won't you breathe?
I dont understand. Should I
have understood? Should I have
known then just to grieve?
Should I suddenly of realised
all matters of life an death?
What would be the point?
I stand there, just a child and
gaze at your ever staring
eyes as the priest annoints
You and says something I
do not hear. Is this all my fault?
I am filled with regret.
The confusion of a child is
not easily subdued. The
past in stone is set.
We walk from the church,
my Father's hand on my shoulder
as you are placed in the ground.
I close my eyes. My mind begins
wander. Just what in death
is there to be found?
The woman was indeed pushing
her way through the crowd,
pulling, stepping, crushing,
none to proud,
on her face was an expression of relief,
then it turned to genuine compassion,
the child on the street,
blood at his feet,
was not her son,
then another one,
pushed through the crowd,
crying loud,
coughing, gasping, grasping for breath,
it was her child who met death.
He came to me then and he comes to me now
who you may ask? He has many names, many faces
I called him my guardian angel
I loved him but he was not a man
He took my sorrow away and brought me joy
fake joy.
He is more beautiful than
Diamonds and gems, than gold and silver
Every man knows him some even love him
But most fear him, he was Gods angel in heaven
Above, but he chose hate over love, he is
Satin the Devil, Lucifer,
He was my lover, my life and my joy
I gave birth to his unholy child I
Killed my child my only child so
He could not have her in any way
He never loved me, he only used me
Now when he comes to me I turn him away
But I fear that one day he will finally have my child
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