• “Weapons of Mass Dysfunction”©

    They grow,
    but not up ,
    especially not out.

    Counting days served
    Like a prisoner’s time-out

    No chance at life with peace of mind,
    Prolonged emptiness
    Caused emotional drought

    Sentence unjust,
    The child committed no crime
    Still tortured by treason
    Scales weighted with grime

    Episodes of deception
    Mislead and delude,
    a chance of happiness,
    True love or prelude

    Home life environment
    Laced with sarcasm,
    Trick the mind overtime
    Until no one is trusted

    For the mind is a labyrinth
    as deep as forests wide
    A forsaken memory,
    that once stood in time

    A time of hope,
    a time to cope,
    a time to heal the wounds

    But no one was there
    at a time to repair
    You cannot undo what’s been done

    For the mind is their coffin, abandoned, not buried

    Abandoned in Hell,
    So how in the hell, can a child tell?

    While constrained inside their“dysfunctional shell”
    ~By Tribell Shell