Misunderstood Murderers

A horribly sad poem about those poor abused/bullied children that because of their torment become murderers. read please

 

 

 

No one talks and No one hears

The pain of broken children's tears

They bleed and burn inside the heart

 

And stay still, buried and do their part

When out they burst

 No one else

Will speak of the pain that they shout

 

Condemn! Condemn!

 

These lonely hearts

For following cycles

And playing parts

 

They suffer and you suffer

But them much more

 

All they wanted was a smile, a friend

And it is you they would adore

For now

And forever more

Reviews

[Cyrano]

I think the theme itself is what is the most powerful aspect of this. And the perspective of people usually viewed as inexplicably evil. I'm not usually a fan of rhyme, but you really have a way of doing it that doesn't seem forced. As if the words fall naturally into place. Reminiscent of Emily Dickinson ;)

[Adam Adams]

Oh.. it such a shame that people betray the leaf of humanity - the humanity that, once, let people live with peace, but now in today, it's all gone lost into winds ... very deep and heartfelt poetry you write and speak the heart for those who ev'n living their own life with.. in slavery. Very powerful write!

[L.Edward]

A very moving portrait and an important issue. It's something I have reflected upon when I have seen abusive parents in public. Civil liberty activists would be outraged, but I believe parents should be made by the government to do parenting courses and undergo psychological examination before they are allowed to have children. I believe so much suffering could be avoided.

[Akshay Rawal]

so we need great care in treating children,,,,,The real cause of they going astray is the lack of love and affection....I think no one can ever 'condemn' this lyrical piece . the rhyme is beautiful.....Thanks for sharing and keep letting me know about your newer works

[John Stussy]

Usually it's something exterior that fractures the minds of murderers, adult and child alike. Something that makes them tic and piles hatred onto their sanity until it snaps like a thin, brittle twig in winter. Some would argue that their weakness in snapping was inevitable and that they're an imminent danger to society. I say it's simply a matter of perspective, but most don't want to (even theoretically) place themselves under the protection of such weak sanities and to play with the whisperings of demons. Great poem.

[Emily Dickinson Jr.]

I'm glad you like it!! I completely agree with yo as I'm sure u guessed

[Andrew N. Farrens]

that is some real s**t. It sincerely hurts my heart to read it.........
Res Ipsa Loquitur

[Emily Dickinson Jr.]

I aim to make tragedy more real for those that read my poems. Its horrible but at least its in the open...

[Athera Rose]

Very sad and written beautifully.
Great job :)

[Emily Dickinson Jr.]

Thank you so much!!!

[Mariah Corey]

Sorry, ia m just a spelling freak, but noone is spelled no one. But other than that it was so perfect. I see what you mean, it was touching. very inspiring. :D

[Emily Dickinson Jr.]

hmm ok I'll go fix that

[Mariah Corey]

thnx. :D

[Melody]

It's so sadly true. It breaks my heart every time to read stuff on the topic of abused children, or abused anything to be honest. :(
This is really good, SUPER truthful, and yet- the half-hidden hope at the end. Great job, Hannah. :)

[Emily Dickinson Jr.]

Thank so much meoldy :-)

[Melody]

You're welcome.
:)