Capsized Dreams

these young souls

craving mothership - 

a place they can call home

face plastered with sadness

suffocating in their lonesome dome

aching for loving affection

that they will never find alone

as there dreams collapse into dust

who to cradle when they have been disowned?

how can one dismantle such neglect

when they are abused

by those employed to protect them

these poor young souls

searching for warmth in the bitter cold

this land is not a safe space

lock the doors and put on your blind-fold

Fleischhack, J. (2020) 'Let the roots grow'

fountains pour through his eyes

as he is believed to think for so many years

that this relationship is worthwhile

you see the thing is with grooming 

is that you can never see through it 

as pure and dense and real as it presents

when you have nobody else

the truth begins to self-torment

there is a foul smell lingering here

as you take what you want 

without any fear of judgement

you took what you wanted 

and spat it back out

how do you feel now?

while this child lives with self-doubt

until justice is served

i will remain in this syndicate

until i know you are living as a life worth living

i will wait 

 

-how can you hurt a child