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teenymoobs
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since 2009-08-12

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0 posted 2009-08-12 07:37 AM

this is a poem i wrote shortly after the death of baby peter:

17 isn't a big number, in months it's not that long
but it felt to me a lifetime with all doing me wrong
my mother didn't love me, my dad was not in sight
all the people who could of helped me never bothered to do me right
I was left there to endure, as you all now know
but the true extent of evil only I shall ever know
in death my treatment was no better, no grave to mark my place
the way the system acted was more than a disgrace
now that you're all listening and I finally have a voice
I want to tell my story and no-one will rejoice
it's of a boy with bright blue eyes and short blond curly hair
who was tortured and neglected by those who should of cared
of a boy who longed for cuddles, bed time stories and sweet dreams
who wanted a real childhood where he was not to be demeaned
you ask did I die of loneliness, how I long that were the case
for a lifetime with no-one is one I could of faced
for those who I was left with never treated me with love
but worse still are those who left me here, high and mighty up above
but you can scrub and scrub you see, until your skin is torn away
but on your hands shall be my blood for not standing in their way
God shall not forgive you, Nic wont place you in his hell
for no longer lived a happy boy, in his place was just a shell
so paralysed and broken, with my nose upon the floor
you walk straight up my garden path and knock on my front door
minutes and minutes of waiting, thrown into my pram
I know that you wont help me though you see straight through this sham
you glance upon my shaven hair, my eyes once bright a vacant stare
you turn around and walk straight out and leave me where I am
tortured, beaten, black and blue, red welts around my eyes
who are you lot kidding with your bullshit and your lies
you walked away and left me, left me there to die
and there were oh so many of you that never heard my cries
I know now as I lie here alone and in the dark
that the monsters in this house have inflicted there last mark
for once my eyes are closed and I've drifted off to sleep
my pain shall fade right with me and my eyes will no longer weep
I will wake to days of sunshine, to rainbows and to smiles
and the chocolate smeared upon my face wont be hiding any lies
I shall spend my time in fields of gold and have a favourite toy
and one day I shall be redeemed from my life as a lost boy

Marchmadness
Member Rara Avis

since 2007-09-16

Posts 9271
So. El Monte, California

1 posted 2009-08-12 02:34 PM

This is so sad. I have no words except to wish you, and baby Peter, Peace.
Ida

crosscountry83
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since 2009-07-30

Posts 345