Child Of Abuse
You, child of abuse,
fully grown, no trust inside;
still thinking you're of no use.
I'd tell you, you'll be all right,
but I'd just by telling you a lie;
in truth, you're scarred for life.
View love through a veiled mist;
your life isn't your own,
when your future doesn't exist.
Keep falling for the wrong kind,
you'll crash; one can't fix the past,
help is there, call the suicide line.
mn - 2009
This is written for the group, genre creative poetry, non-fiction poetry is this month's prompt.
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Comments: 28
Marilyn
Blessings and best wishes - S.
I don't understand all that copyright business; thus, I'll just offer you $1000 if you will let me present this to my poetry discussion group at a senior center.
No worrys about the two, Leo, it happens and I don't generally look at the ratings anyways. I periodically turn them on and off, but came to realise that sometimes we'll just get low-rated and the best thing to do is to just not pay attention.
That one I'll have to think about. Good questions, and thank you.
Marilyn
Bard, thank you for the feature, it's so very much appreciated.
I volunteer for some things, it's a suicide prevention, and the people there aren't ready and ought not be the friend that's there. That is why I wrote this the way I did.