Wounded at heart

Spirit retreats in shock

Thoughts become twisted

Another lost lamb in the flock

The cries from the child

A family possibly ignores

Turns silent with age

As the embers of rage continue to burn in the forge

Arrested development

For those afflicted seldom refrain from

Escaping the servitude of

A life filled with pain and shame

The past is gone

But shadows still remain

Keeping us from healing

The wages of sin

The siege of a new campaign

The trespasses of others

Made not from malice

They are not wicked

Only unaware,a bit rude, a bit callous

We curse at the world

When all is said and done

But the trouble begins

When you think only of yourself

A futile cry for help

A chaos felt next to none

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DCG