June 25th, 1998,

A year exactly after given birth,

The green never-ending fields fill the color of Child's eyes,

And when in the lightest of day, they change to sapphires and reflect the depths of the ocean floor.

 

They were Mother's eyes,

And each tear that would drop was an instant calling for "Momma, please help"...

The ocean water would drain and the pedals of the flowers from those fields would fall every time child made its calling.

 

At the age of two,

Crawling was no longer a habit,

But dreaming of falling down the stairs was reality,

Speaking utter words so blank but were clear in Child's desperate cries,

And the pedals are still falling.

 

Three years old,

Father and Mother begin to throw bloody words,

That later turned into hateful fists,

And so Child wore happy smiles to cover up the bruises on its heart,

Because nobody needs to know what Child hides behind its name.

 

June 25th, 2001

Four years into life, but death is creeping around the corner,

Or maybe daddy is just drinking his pain away again,

And mommy doesn't respond to the falling pedals either,

Instead, she stares intensely at the air she suffocates in,

And Child is left broken as mommy too begins to lose her pedals...

 

At age 5,

Child wished to get a little taste of bitter happiness,

But instead, Child choked on sweet solitude,

And felt the toxins inside its body,

Take over and destroy everything Child ever loved.

That was when Older Brother shared Child a lit cigarette,

And that was the day Child almost smoked one last breath away.

 

June 25th, 2003,

Child was given a bike from Godfather,

And Child rode into the sunsets,

Pedaled to space and showered the world with a bright, cracked smile.

The shattered raindrops showered upon the FAT BODY of ocean water,

And sprouted new pedals on the UGLY, DEAD flowers.

 

But the pedals didn't hold on for too long,

For at the age of seven, Child was in love,

She was beautiful,

God's creation,

But was sent to Hell for a finished touch,

Child gave her dandelions that were picked from the green never-ending fields,

And watched as she took them, brushed them away and crushed the life that they had left.

 

Year: 2005, Age: 8

Child had no right state of mind,

The bloody words and hateful fists revisited Child,

Sent them to Best Friend,

"I Hate You. Go to Hell. I never want to see you again".

Chasing down the empty road of sorrow,

Fading away like morning fog or an non-existent tomorrow.

 

At nine years old,

Child knew what it meant to fight for survival,

Because Father said there won't be no food on the table if he is not pleased,

So Child followed father's every command,

Otherwise there will be nothing but sorrow left on the plate to chew,

And Child already slept many nights with an empty stomach.

 

That same year, Child was hit by Cupid again,

Stupid enough to believe it was right that time,

Spent three years to write and perfect a letter that contained every small detail of this girl,

Child was only eleven,

And to have been bullied for being in love for three years,

To have the girl who was loved, bully Child just enough, for Child to pick up a blade,

But Child didn't want to have matching carvings of fellow friends,

So Child set the deadly tool and blocked the suffering from entering through the flesh.

 

When Child was twelve,

Thoughts of running away crossed its mind,

And a troubled mind does more regret than a drunken man,

Because when Child was taken back home,

Father took Child to the garage,

Flipped Child upside down with head dangling just above the cold, cracked concrete,

And when the pedals unattached themselves from the flowers,

And fell to the concrete floor,

Mother, responded to Child's calling.

 

At the age of thirteen to the age of sixteen,

No more pedals on the flowers in the green never-ending fields.

 

Child's meadow has turned into a black shadow.

 

The ocean water was absorbed by the deep roots of misery,

And the broken tears are now ancient history,

 

Child's sapphire eyes have shattered like glass and are now scattered blue marbles.

 

The Child wore a happy smile to hide the bruises of its heart,

Because nobody needs to know, how I became the Lost Child.