Prelude

The purpose of
This poem
Is that the words are
Unpredictable
And hard to follow
For those
Faint of heart
And weak of mind
And unwilling to hear the truth.
The truth that people hurt.
People hurt
And there is no denying
That could save their lives,
No blindness to cure them.
People hurt
And silence hurts them.
Victimblaming kills them.
How can the deeds of
Another be their fault
When it made them so small?

Like a child shivering in
The corner, naked.
His needs, once warm,
Are now their icey demands.
His wandering thoughts
Shackeled
To the silence.
To the things you did not say.
To the things he could not say
With their guilty eyes
Burned into his mind,
Right on the back of his skull,
Forever.
Too young to fight a forceful entrance
To the deepest parts of him.
Can't you see he won't forget?
They will never make him forget.

This is the world we live in.
Eyes closed
And pointed to the ground.
Mouths sealed
With a deadly kiss.
I can no longer live here.
I wish someone told me your story,
The deepest lows.
The knowing care.
There is more to all of you
Than anybody would see.
Maybe then you will open up...

And I?
I was only 6 years old.