Clouds behind troubled eyes. @katjanzanderson #amwriting #poetry

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This poem is for the Tesslynn’s of the world. She was burned, beaten & such atrocities committed against her that I could not bear to read. I wonder, how many have walked the streets, have seen the clouds behind troubled eyes (as her neighbors saw) & yet turned from the pleading eyes of a child…

 ~ The voice of a child from within ~

ALONE

My mind is lost in knowledge, I don’t
Want
To
Know

I cannot speak so filled with pain
Fear
Of
The
Unknown

A world created
By someone I should trust
Someone
I
Love

I cannot fight with words
Against one who’ll take me under
Intimidation
Raw
Craftily
Assembled

If only I could express
My
Deepest
Inner
Thoughts

I would be released from
This prison of silence

ALONE!

~ ~ ~

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I’M STILL HAUNTED BY THE WAY A GIRL IN JUNIOR HIGH WAS MERCILESSLY SCOFFED. HERE IN THIS POEM, SHE CHOOSES NOT TO LET THEM CONTROL HER DESTINY.

SHE PICKS THE ROSE & DANCES

She was once
A young one, too
Cheeks of butter
Soft & Sweet

Full of marvel
She plucked a rose
Full
Of
Life & Laughter

However did
The change come so quickly
Words
Brutal
Searing

JUDGMENT!
Held
Like
Candy

Superior smiles
Turn to rage
Cursing
Ugly
Venom

Taller now
They stride away
From
This
Broken
Heart

YET

In a dream
A better world
She
Picks
The
Rose & Dances

 ~ ~ ~

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IN MEMORY OF TESSLYNN O’CULL AND ALL THE PRECIOUS OTHERS

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This may not be a pleasant poem, but it did happen. It was very real to her. We can’t forget what she and others endured.

PRECIOUS ANGEL

Her tortured life
Filled with pain, mutilated
Blood
Curdling
Cries

Oh, ears why do we not hear?

She could not speak, in tender youth
Consumed in sorrow, controlled by fear
Of
What
Was
To
Come

Yet all she wanted was love

A perfect soul
Torn to shreds
Crushed
In
Silent
Anguish

Listen mother, LISTEN!

Each day must have began with hope
Though how could she fight
That
Evil
Putrid
Mind

Sadistic spawn of the Devil

If only she could have trusted to tell
She would have been released
From
The
Agony
That
She
Lived

Lovely Angel
Tiny gentle spirit
Tossed
Away
Like
Trash

How many tears did you cry?