~A Child Forsaken~

With innocence abound you toddled about,

Cherubic albeit somewhat stout,

A heart so full to nearly burst,

Love and kindness you surely have nursed.

And what had someone so pure done to deserve,

And why did the Lord God hath such nerve,

As to torture the soul of someone like you,

And bleed you and beat you until you're black and blue.

The love you've acquired has all been for not,

All you've acquired since you were a tot,

Rejection and lies have broken you down,

And now your face is graced with a frown.

Poor little child, growing up all alone,

Never able to return to a home,

A place like that for you doesn't exist,

Therefore how can it really be missed?

Rolling green hills, and the face of your mother,

That's what you think of when you take the life of another,

Your innocence and childhood were murdered long ago,

Though inside you're crying, and the rain it does show.

Stuck in limbo between child and adult,

No matter the years you're an infant at heart,

But you've risen to the top, and what of your guilt?

To persevere, you've ordered it killed.

And now you sit atop your throne,

And the sun never sets on your brand new home,

And now you have found something quite queer,

There's a little one you always want to have near.

If you've ever wanted anything in your entire life,

All you want is for this child's life blithe,

All you want is for him to smile,

And for that you'd kill, and walk many a-mile.

But suddenly your babe has grown up fast,

It seems he was new-born when you saw him last,

But now your angel makes you cry,

Than be with you, he'd rather die.

A bloody war between ensues,

It kills you to seem him be misused,

And yet while you hesitate,

You realize to his feelings you can relate.

And suddenly it's over, and it's done,

His independence he has won,

And now, while he celebrates,

You just sob while your heart breaks.

And nothing is ever set in stone,

Your fame this boy has outshone,

The sun for you has finally set,

A bitter end has now been met.

And still you wonder where you went wrong,

Or had it been bad all along?

You stare at yourself in the mirror there,

And shatter the glass until a blood coat you wear.

If only to add to the sting,

You twist the knife where your heart's bleeding,

And just to make yourself scream and cry,

You moan out loud, asking why.

In reality you try to be strong,

Wishing you two could get along,

But in reality, you now know,

It's time for you to finally let go.

All your life, you've cried and begged.

By heartbreak you've been constantly plagued.

And now my diagnoses is not mistaken,

For surely you are A Child Forsaken.