It's Dark

Poem about child abuse

There's a child of pain and of sorrow
Wondering if life will ever have a better tomorrow

This child of pain, this child of grief
Alone with his problem can't find relief

Trapped in his mind that he can't tell
His life has sunk to the darkest in hell

Yet he wants to talk before the dark of night
For in gis sleep he'll relive a most horrible sight

He was guilty only of going to sleep in his bed
When somebody had touched him with evil in their head

And now that he's trapped within his own mind
He's forced to realize that humans are not always kind

Then people wonder why this child never did learn to trust
Was it because of his secret, a victim of lust

Though the fear in his mind will forever last
It's because his memory won't stay in his past

So now late at night he begins to quietly cry
Because of what happened to him, he can't forget no matter how hard he trys

And once again his memory, it's alive, it begins to start
He laid down to sleep and now it's Dark!