A Child

A chamber, dark and damp
tethered to a wall
tied, hopelessly bound
a child deep in despair
never the touch of another
never the love of a mother

Alone in the blackness
twist and turn
legs kick against the walls
small hands balled
fists of rage, of fury
what crime commited

When the light...
surely the light...
when freedom...
when opens the gate...
what turn of fate
has grown to hate

Moving, pressing, moving
light through shrouded eyes
brilliant, blinding whiteness
horrible cacophony of sound
pain, sharp, short, and hard...






"Congratulations,.........It's a boy"


© Michael Shelby 2007