Timeless Child

A Poem by The Ragpicker

This is a poem about a child who gets sexually molested at the age of 8 by his father's friend which transforms his life into a world of abuse, addiction, and suffering.

Painting on a white paper piece
These shivering hands hold the brush
Need the right color from my valise
I do it slowly there's no rush
Sitting like a cornered stone
Lost in a lullaby of my dreams
Just learned how to spell 'ozone'
Few reminiscences of self-esteem

Then you happened on a dark new day
Holding my fingers with a father's touch
Helping me with my sketches
Behind your eyes lived that ugly lust
You whispered every word of faith
Wish I could understand your plot
Fading innocence in every breathe
I was your sweetest jackpot

Mother Mary don't you hear

I always did my homework on time

Jesus don't you see my tears
That crash upon the filthy chimes
Every moment turned to hour
Trauma inflicted through that pain
Did my best to resist your power
That white paper and those red stains

I was left crawling in the doorway
As you zipped and left away with pride
You knew it was my eighth birthday
The day when my childhood died
sometimes I lived in Prozac,
sometimes I needed Morphine
Yesterday I came out of rehab
Tomorrow I'm turning nineteen

Mother Mary don't you see now
I have got a hand full of guns
Every bullet has your name
Every moment has your burns
I'm trigger happy as I can be
Found you drunk at August's bar
Between your eyes, I placed the three
Jesus, you pushed me this far

Painting on a white paper piece
These trembling hands hold the brush
Your death was my final bliss
I painted slowly, there was no rush!