Grown

In the dark, locked
 inside.
Feel the rain, no place
to hide.

Another home,  life's
not fair.
Afraid of sleep, another's nightmare.

Taught so young, done what
was told.
The Highest bidder, to whom was sold.

No food to eat, pains are
deep.
No blankets for warmth, got
no sleep.

Clothes all torn, old and
tattered.
Blocked it out, hopes are
shattered.

Brainwashed, had none
to care.
Abandonment,  A cross
I bare.

Cries not heard, tears not
known.
Buried deeper, now I'm
grown.

That's a life, isn't it
strange.
It's who I am, and cannot
change.

Written by Humble Bill Beucher