“Trauma”
It hurts and destroys,
Wheedling into the mind,
Burrowing into the deepest
Crevices and hiding
Until it explodes into
The present,
The true damage is seen,
The effects bursting forth
In a plethora of manners,
Anger, regression, isolation,
All stemming from fear,
Where it all began.
A loving child, innocent,
Turned and twisted,
Molded and shaped,
The resulting model,
Emotions disfigured,
Processes damaged,
Love and trust seen
Through shifty eyes,
Both strangers,
Their touch foreign.
Wicked, wicked thing,
Deserving of no name,
How I despise you,
How I wish to stifle
Your presence and
Spit upon your existence.
Be gone!
Damager of children.
- Roel -
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