Not a poem by me.It was written by my very close friend,Zansa.I really like this poem.And since he wouldn't post this,I HAD to!
A Dying Child
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Shaking the drawers if my infancy that morning
I found a smile, a painting with no meaning
I found my guardians as the authors of my violent acts,
My parents were the crying of a cruel past
and my sister is the kindness, shes my heart beating inside my chest under my black shirt, and behind my face
covered with a mantle of burning rage
My family is the only thing i hide
besides my back full of scars
and my broken faith for an invisible god
a god that hurts his son, and make him become a boy full of wrath
something surely went wrong
Feel the snake strangulating the weak child of my happiness
blinding the old man of my wisdom
poor boy,
captive by some one's freedom
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