Poetry

[norral]

i dont know what is going on with me but im in a creative surge here
hers another called


so

so , when i was a little child i was abused and beaten,
my mother used to make me kneel down and keep
my arms out, if they dropped i was smacked in the face.
my heart has been encased in concrete.
like some kind of human chernobyl,
never permitted to emit any human emotion,
ever again, not even a little.
except sometimes even concrete springs a leak,
and my pain seeps out,
to poison my enviroment and me once again.
trapped inside my house of pain,
i never stop crying, ever.
does anyone, could anyone,
could someone, would someone,
ever
ever
love
me


norral

i just wanted to say one thing i like to deal with painful topics when i
write poetry, who knows why