Betrayal of The Young

Voices calling late at night, a shadow’s terror,
The broken trust and the love so dear.
A delight and thus a humble soul,
A childhood is gone, a battle is fought and won.

It remains ringing with sound echoes, a haunted one,
An injured soul, a soul that drowns the worthless.
The marks are still there, a painful sight,
A broken fantasy, lost vision.

The silent words, the words that still hang in the air but were not said,
The world is then placed upon a heart, a burden beyond measure.
The tears that won’t come, or the laughter which is forced and false,
The captured soul, a lifelong inmate.

The loss of innocence, a bad taste in one’s mouth,
An early loss, a fast rhythm.
These are memories left with them, now it’s a haunting scene,
Something that could have happened but did not; a tragic dream.

However, hope persists and broken as this light is,
An opportunity for putting things straight, for having a new heart.
Healing? With time and, perhaps, effort, the wounds might be closed,
And love and kindness, may even go beyond.