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A Quote:

Real pain isn’t only the physical, only a child experiencing the pain of child abuse is capable of truly describing its implication of intensity, its nature or its real meaning.

A True Pain of a Child

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True Poems Of A Childs Dying Pain 

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THE VERY FIRST TIME PUBLISHED EVER

READ IT HERE FIRST 

                                                                                   

Introduction of:

My published poetry below.

Author: Mr. J. P (C) 1995 – 2007

 

 

 

 

  The Story begins:

Little Boy J.

Oh heavenly father I pray today for love, for I've been rejected, I pray today for courage for I have been beaten, I pray today for a heart for I have been raped, I pray today for tears for I cannot cry wanting to let the pain out through the tears I shed, may you have mercy on their souls lord.

Yes I live in a world of my own, your world is full of questions you dare not ask, your world is filled with greed, fear, hurt, guilt and shame.

I see a small innocent child who has been raped, burnt, tortured, crying and weeping in pain....

Children, children gather around, all gathered around on that wooden floor, sat children suffering and feeling sore, not even a whisper or even a moan, all sat around a candle light, children looking around in fright, for what they see they dare not say, can anybody help them in any way.

Pain

You tied me to a radiator
You tied me to the bed
You only gave me water
When you lifted up my dying head

You locked me in the bathroom
The window was so small
I couldn’t crawl out of it
As my body was far too sore

You hurt me every time you tortured me
I tried so hard not to cry
But you came and gave me agony
That feeling, which was “I must die”

Now that I am seeking and crying for help
There’s nothing you can do
The fear, the pain, the suffering
Will be all left to me

Hate

I hate him, I hate him, what do, I do?
when I want to talk to someone, but find it
especially hard to even talk too you.

I can’t express my feelings
I can’t express my hurt
I don’t know how to tell you
That I always feel like dirt

I know your trying hard to help me,
I can tell in many ways, but the pain, the scars
cannot or will not heal the hate that lay within.

 

The Prejudice Cocky Bastards Think They Know

Psychologists, Psychiatrists what do they fucking know, what do they really fucking know, I know, I know nothing; I know, when I have been misjudged by you!! I know, I bloody well know, so don’t tell me you know, what I know, come feel the real I know, thought not, now you don’t want to know, I thought you said you know, you, I say you, you know nothing about the know, you think you really know, You don’t know me, prejudice is all you know. I’m no subject you know, I am better at this than your ever know.

Only if I could be like you

If only I knew what I could do
to be a normal person just like you
It all happened to me when I was so young
and didn’t end until life just begun

The pain, the agony, the fear, the torturer
What does it matter, justice will not prevail
All I want is my life back, just like you!

The voices, that echo and trample beyond the
the little peace I have barely ticking away, the
fear of waiting for what to expect next.
the worry, the deep pain, the feeling of stress
can anybody help me from feeling so depressed?

Is there a heaven nearby?

Many a gate I’ve opened
Many a hurdle climbed
Many a bar I’ve stood at but –
I’ve a problem on my mind

When I cross the bar to heaven
And meet St Peter at the gate
Will he look at me and shake his head
And tell me I’m too late?
Or perhaps he will not see me as I –
Hide behind the blessed and hope
He leaves the gate ajar so that I can sneak
In with the rest

The Invasion of They!!

I'll never forget the one‘s, that made my body in state of dilapidation and always thought that they had that right, silenced by mute there was nothing I could do.

I'll never forget the way; they hid the truth out of sight of all,

I'll never forget how they made me a good-for-nothing & when they came and gave me feeling of worthlessness

I'll never forget the sickening contumelies and the names that hurt so, how they always were unheeding the fact which is contrary to the principles that it was wrong.

I'll always remember the aching pain every time the invasion's came over and over

Feeling helpless as the anguish afflict attacked & distressed my body, mind & soul.

What gave them the right to coalesce my emotions, coming into materialisation? Let me out into the wicked wild world and I’ll take my jeopardy a step further.

Hurting me so badly, to them it was just a jocularity, a feeling facetious merriment, how hard I tried to show them, I was real & that I had feelings.

I'll never forget the loneliness of my cell, gagged & mute, made to look a liar, even though they hated me, they knew they would leave their scars on my vulnerable tended soul.

I was nothing special, just a piece of raw meat ready to be hidden and beaten, while others was shown nothing but love and I was left to rot.

Is It a Riddle?

Tick tock, time goes on for how long, opal and diamonds,
rubies and gold are not sold as one in life, yes, maybe, I do
talk in riddles, but work it out for yourselves if you dare.
Madness is a symbol of hurt, peace is the symbol of all things,
but a pain of a child, is a life of a child.

The bells ring at the tower, it echo’s beyond my mind of peace?.
It strikes midnight once again, another night, another day, my
eyes burn in agony, restless pain which does not settle, all because
it fails to show in front of mans eyes, why is this? I'll tell you but it
is a riddle. My life turns and resolves around this riddle, does it
predict the future, maybe?

 

Why, then do I let you see what I want you too see, pain is a
stranger to many, many suffer in blood as the knife enters from beyond
your imagination, if you are wise you will see through and beyond this
riddle, if you are a fool you will never see beyond the pain which lays a
riddle and a mystery too some.

Be cautious and always keep in mind a pain of a child, is a life of a child,
the riddle is simple to some, who share in my pain. Don't be deceived
to what you see, feel and hear your heart, as it beats to this riddle?

Tick, tock, your times up.