Survivors Poetry

Ramblings of a Lost Child By Selia as she is today 2008

Talk of: 'It’s not your fault', makes me laugh out loud
How am I supposed to take the blame from the grasp of an evil force?

“Every day a shiny coin for you to hide away, promise not to tell anyone this is just our special game.”
But if I knew I had earned it surely I would've enjoyed it more?

Did you know that innocence is something you can buy? You don't get much for your pound of flesh but you can watch a child die inside.

When I cry, I release the inner child… tears rolling from my eyes, wipe them on my sleeve and hide my grubby face.
Keep yr apologies to yourself because they won’t wash with me...

Wash me please, the fountain of youth doesn't clean my dirty mind, the fountain of knowledge is fulfilling but it comes at a costly price.

No justice for me only thankful for yr painful disease
I hear that on your deathbed how you cried clutching yr rosaries...

He can’t hear you! How can there be God when there’s so much decay? Has the devil taken over the world and God left us here in dismay?

All this time, I’ve been hiding and dying to be set free,
You are burning up in Lucifer's pit but your cries won’t get through to me.

When I'm alone, isolated and dreaming that I could be free there’s something that’s pulling me down and I know that you're still inside me.

At night, when I'm laying beside the man that I love, I am grateful for the fact I can trust that there’s some one who can keep me afloat.

Poem by Selia
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