DG (9/19/1963 / )

Hurt And Pain

I was a child once,
with two large brown
eyes, i ran into my
mothers arms, as the
drunk dished out hurt
and pain.
I WAS A CHILD ONCE WITH
DANCE AND DREAMS, ID PICK
UP MY GIJOE DOLL, AND KILL
THIS HURT AND PAIN, I WAS
A CHILD ONCE, AND NOW, IM
A BROKEN DOWN TRAIN...

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Comments (2)

David: most adults- at least the ones I know- myself included, are simply damaged children (songs to aging children come........(Joni Mitchell)) You express this so well the pain is palpable. Nice. Sandra
This is so sad David, our days of youth can carry so much pain and hurt, I can only hope that you have the best engineers at hand and that the train is back on track as soon as possible, Love Duncan