Word of the Day Challenge #85-Untitled Poem

***This poem is bleak and harsh. I am sorry but for some reason this is what kept coming to me when I thought of kidnap.****

So pretty

blonde curls

blue 

ocean deep blue

eyes

crinkling smile

she is so cute.

So handsome

hair cut short

dimpled lisp

he makes the short list.

Each one

bought

paid for with sin

eyes become vacant

smiles lost

mini adults they become.

Drugs

relief sought

dim the lights

erase the feelings

stare up at the ceiling.

In part

this is the joy

this is the reality

scare the child

as once a child was scared.

Where?

How?

Our children

kidnapped 

taken 

please bring them back.

Years

unanswered questions

parents

never giving up

hoping

believing

that one day

their child will come home.

In unmarked grave

forgotten

bones turned to dust

a madman’s game

evil’s true glint

from this

there is no return.

©Feb. 7/19

Picture is my own