Daughter: She opens the door to find the child huddled in the corner curled in a ball this child is bleeding her heart is torn her soul worn from the battles and scorn The childs tears mix with her mothers their pain is dealt by others she cries out loud now her pain is too… Continue reading Poetry from a madman
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the toy
These are the ramblings of a broken toy A fallen idol of a parent’s plaything The freak rebirthed in adult pain The judgemental afterbirth of self scorn