Untitled Story Poem #1

Sordid unlit alleys
moisture in the air
haunted eyes peering through the cracks
waiting for the devil to draw near.
Did you know 
that there is a disgusting trade
in which a pedophile may book a trip
where he is than provided with a broken child?
Tiny little bodies
left strewn as waste
screams 
half ripped 
from their throats.
Did you know
that it takes a lot 
to break through a child’s defenses?
Leaving them cold
numb
unable to even muster 
the fear that would make them undone.
They no longer have emotions
icy
hearts encased with black ink
until time ceases to have meaning.
Oblivion will come calling
Thantos will hover within reach.
Did you know 
children of abuse
blame themselves?
Cannot fathom what they have done
to be treated as thus. 
Each death
another child
another innocent 
torn away.
Each death
another child 
another innocent
sold
snatched
discarded
for trade.
December 28/18
Photo by Travis Bozeman on Unsplash

Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

I am a single hard working mom in her 40's. I have always written poetry and I love words. I live with depression and its ups downs. This is a space where I can create and write all that I need to.

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