He sits, wrapped snug in the blanket of youth, this child of silence;
while bitter winds howl through blankets thought safe from the violence
that appear dim from age and jaded keen of mortality,
until it is time to face the naked truth: hostility.
Predators approach with raw avarice shining in their eyes.
Abandoned. Lost upon the winding dark path, clouded by lies;
unaware of danger, this child of silence stiffles his cries.
Meet the cold world; with comfort that comes cloaked in brief innocence,
he faces the pack tearing at his cloak with agility.
Never truly, do you recognize his absence 'til he dies...
Child of Silence
by Dave Powell
9/20/07
A contest entry
- The Journey......... by child of grace.
600 points, ended February 20, 2008, 45 entries
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How tragic. It's so true though, I remember my childhood being something similar.
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Very emotional piece of poetry Dave. Sad and yet its compelling. I liked the last line in this. Thanks for sharing.
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"Never truly, do you recognize his absence 'til he dies..." That line just killed me. You did a great job expressing yourself, but I just find it so heartbreaking. It's truly unfortunate that stuff like this goes on in our society... and we're supposed to be civilized.
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Really nice poem, flows well. Nice imagery, it puts me right where your poem is talking about. Great Job
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very sad, this piece. I think child abuse sort of pulls at my heart strings a bit. The poem was well written and I thought your words were well descriptive of a child of silence.... I felt bad for this kid, whom I hope is not real for you (though defintiely real in the world).
A wonderful write.
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