A Child's Plight

Poem About Mother Not
Interested In Child's Struggles
How sharp the pain when we depend upon a
parent for help and they don't come through.






A Child's Plight
Published on February 2006
Where were you
When I struggled to get home
Where were you
When I needed someone to confide in
Where were you
When I needed help
Where were you
When I was alone
Where were you
When I had nothing
Where were you
When I was scared
Where were you
When I was forced to bare myself
Where were you
When I needed helping hands
Where were you
When my life dwindled on life or death
Where were you
When I lost my sense of reality
Where were you
When I was being defiled
Where were you
When I was being filled with hate
Where were you
When I was surrounded by anger
Where were you
When I wanted to die
Where were you
When I wanted a hug
Where were you
When I needed confidence
Where were you
When my life was asunder
Where were you
When I felt used
Where were you
When I lost all sense of right
Where were you
When I began to forget
Where were you
When I began to deny
Where were you
When I sought only self-gratification
Where were you
When I desired truth
Where were you
When I desired understanding
Where were you
When my Mother wasn't to be found
I know where you were
You were watching me
You were watching me
Begin to hate myself
You were watching me
Be defiled
You were watching me
Struggle home
You were watching me
When I needed help
You were watching me
Deny the truth
You were watching me
Seek truth
You were watching me
Be surrounded with anger
You were watching me
Be live for and with hate
You were watching me
When I was alone
You were watching me
When I needed a confidant
You were watching me
Lose my sense of self
You were watching me
Seek after my own demise
You were watching me
Fill my cup with self-gratification
You were watching me
When I needed more hands
You were watching me
When I was scared
You were watching me
Be forced upon
You were watching me
As I was in need
You were watching me
As death knocked at my door
You were watching me
Need love and attention
You were watching me
Lose self-esteem
You were watching me
When I forgot truth
You were watching me
Believe lies
You were watching me
When I sought understanding
All this time you only watched
My own mother ONLY watched.

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