The Lost Boy

A lot of people never understood why Sinead O'Connor tore up a picture of the Pope on SNL. A lot of people protested her singing at the Dylan concert a week later. If you listen to the lyric's of Sinead's earlier ablums you would know and understand that she was a Child of Abuse. This poem is Dedicated to Children as well as The Grown Children of Abuse

The poet and his pen
scribes words of
The poet and his pain

The silent pain of childhood
that lasts a lifetime
within ones brain
That hidden pain
that one knows
from the experience of abuse
and neglect
to the rage that grows within
while you wonder
why me?
what did I do?

so young so innocent
so torn so tattered
so young and battered

as the years go by
and the voice in your head
speaks only negative
of every good thing
you try and do
as you try 'n fight the pain
as you try and live
a so called normal life
But the voice calls you
and you'd better answer
if you don't
you might get a whipping
in three quarter time
with a leather strap
that has a history
all the way back to
World War Two

there is no peace
even in sleep
as the voice
steals your dreams
as you wake in a rage
SCREAMING!!!
LEAVE ME ALONE!!!
I ain't done nothing wrong
an its true
you've been a good little boy
robbed youths sweet inocence
grown in to a man

all you you've ever wanted to do
was fly to never never land
to join Peter and his Lost Boys