Poems and Art by Survivors

Never Knowing Love

She never knew love,

Only hurt,
Childhood was conceived through a drunken,
Stupor a solicited itinerary,
Emotional deficiency,
She lay low,
With a broken halo,
That fork in the road,
Her soul was sold,
Raw like sushi,
Force fed a dirty dialect,
Groped, manhandled,
Shorn of her innocence.


~ Forlorn Scribbler

- Lost Heart by Angelite