Thrown into their madness.

The child never had a chance.

He wasn’t given an option.

Victim of circumstance.

No happiness, early on.

No place to be a kid.

He was forced to learn too early

by watching what they did.

Was it just a part of life

–this newness he was seeing–

to hit another person;

to scare and scream when meeting?

Each time, he watched the grown ups

yell with mouths of hate,

he’d run for temporary shelter

until mommy would say it’s safe.

He hates the world for the little things.

He never learned of joy.

He overlooks the good in the world.

He loves what does destroy.

The anger never ceased.

The happiness never filled his heart.

It started in his childhood.

Evermore, falling apart.

Torn from him, was the innocence

way back before the decline.

Now, his hardened heart is too far gone.

Nothing is ever fine.

2 thoughts on “Nothing

  1. It’s heartbreaking to think of all the children who have been emotionally damaged by parents who were probably damaged themselves. Such a horrible cycle.
    So well written, Damon.

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  2. Thank you for the compliment.
    It’s a darkness I know well. This is a writing straight from my heart, and straight from the memories I have. It’s also a reflection of the struggles I continue to find within myself.
    Blessings. Thanks for reading.


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