Silence: Kim

There's a gaping hole, with-in me
Void of special moments, when
Babies growing into children
Bath-times, playing, lost back then.

I'm grieving for the trust and comfort
Children want, from mum, when young
Taken from them and not our fault
But it's too late, what's done is done.

Instead the hole has filled with hatred
Towards the perpetrator of
Evil deeds, for own advantage
Without a single ounce of love.

I'm tired again, it's quite exhausting
Trying to stop these endless thoughts
Of everything that's been and gone, in
Actual, verbal, statements, Courts.

Nothing seems to take my mind off
Images of way back when
The trouble is it's not that long 'go
In a mind that's round the bend.

I wonder if I would be better
Off, inside a prison-cell
Communicate to my loved, by letter
Than roaming round this earthly hell.

I wonder if it's worth the price
To put pay to that mans life
It really would be rather nice
To kill him with a big, sharp knife.

I'd know then, that they would be safe
From further harm, by him
Already so much damage done
Oh, slayer of the devil - KIM.