Child


A silent dreary, conscience,
walking through my mind animated.
Looking through the world my minds created.
I seek the unseen agonies invisible to me now.
I go room to room looking for what life has allowed.
Checking every door, room, nook and cranny, believing everything I see is posit, until I reach a room with a certain closet.
And as I stand there, looking at this child naked hidden away,
I soon wake up from the dream wishing there wasnt a new day.

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