TORMENTED TEEN

Written for Outlaw Poet's Weekly Conest

TORMENTED TEEN

A skull sits on the stand
Beside his bed;
As he hugs the pillow
Beneath his head

Tortured child, wounded soul;
Dreams of death his only goal.
Tormented teen, looking ahead,
Sees only more abuse instead.

A candle flickers deep inside
The skull smile;
And through the eyes
A vision of fire, all the while.

No love at all left in his heart;
Bitterness, rage, torn apart.
How did this happen? How could it be?
Child of God ruined by destiny.

The pillow holds a million tears,
Nights of terror seen through the years;
Abused by those he loved the best,
Tormented teen, seeking rest.

Beside the skull, a bottle of pills
Empty now, the weary kills;
And God lifts up a broken child
Whose life has been defiled.

The pillow cradles, though,
As soul from body leaves to go
To a better place, where no man
Can ever hurt him again.

There is no excuse for child abuse;
The cost is way too high!
Tortured child, wounded soul,
Wishing only he could die.

Countrymom
5/5/03