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Sep 03 2008, 4:23 pm / Lonely
some time ago i wrote a poem called the circle it was my attempt to take the subject of child abuse and tair away all the psych-social treatment terms and sshow it for what it was horror depoilment pollution and destruction of a young ones soul and a sentence to carry it for life,up till now i have not posted it due to its rather bleak subject matter but recently someone told me that my writing might actually help someone who haqs gone thru the same thing in that possibility i now post it but be forewarned it can be "triggery" so proceed with caution and to anyone who feeels like they are all alone believe me you are not. when johnny was ten out on the old farm his father took him took him to harm just like his father had done it to him with whippings and rape when full of gin
the old grandfather took him
out to the old shed whipped him and chained him and took him to bed the crys in the night they all went unheard and the victims never spoke not even a word
abuse is a circle it goes round and round forever repeating till its brought to the ground unless someone stops it it gos on evermore tonight in his room johnny locks up the door
inside his head is a screaming red hell he sees all the pictures he smells all the smells the taste of blue steel is cold on his tongue as he relives the horror of when he was young he never recovered no matter how hard he tryed and now in this second the circle has died
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