The Child of the Unkind
A poem by Jason Morton
Born into the sickness of the dark
Not a life that was asked for
Differences to the rest of the world are so stark
Whys are answered by kicking down the door
A step through that leads to nowhere good
Born into hell's everlasting embrace
No place for one born into this neighborhood
A world of wonder will steal the smile from this face
Tortured out of a soul
Doomed to the fires of the pit
With each step toward getting old
The tortured soul is filled with regret
The pain is carried forever inside
From stepping through the door, it anchors to the past
Sins upon him unleashed on another's black hearted hide
The monster is unleashed with an explosive blast
It hides inside where a soul once was found
Before suffering at the hands of one who loved him in all the wrong ways
The effect, forever and profound
Unleashed upon the world with a pocket full of receipts for people to pay
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Jason Morton
From fiction to reality there’s tons to share about this crazy life. From being a single father, an officer, and having had many insane adventures while I learned about the world, my imagination runs wild with ideas.
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