the poem with a rainbow at each end

[nerve]

Sorrow of sorrows I weep for the child so pure and so perfect, his body defiled. his spirit was praying as playtime was lost, so evil the number so great was the cost. we suffered together as I was once there I heard his voice calling and answered his prayer. I watched as he coloured the ocean below he never did finish and who would he show? I covered him softly with blankets of care stopped time in its tracks to count every hair. this child was not broken for I took his place my spirit within him stared death in the face. I wretched and I writhed was twisted and torn yet all of this happened before I was born. If six was the number then death was the show I struggled and strived to hold fast through each blow. It hurt me to take it but I suffered not, for I held the secret to hiding from rot. my energy drained I sat with him there his crying my torment, his tears my despair. his little white hands did I lift up with pride, I raised up his spirit so it could survive. day after day, and year after year, I struggled with apathy, blindness and fear. I watched as my loved ones fought fire with fire and focused so thoughtless on every desire. drinking destruction and dining on whims, the gluttonous creatures were picking at stems. the roses of beauty were buried too deep, the mountains of life appeared hopelessly steep. I scratched at my phobias, picked at my fears, dissected the motions and studied my peers. I vomited atrophy spewed forth its names, gouged out its glamour and beat all its games. the angel of death had a place in my heart it told me to take things and tear them apart. I pondered the pieces, the shreds of lost hope, took beauty in doses and cut through its rope. free from its curses I moved through each thread I mulled over reasons why I should be dead. I made it through passion and hatred and woe, to get to the place where I know what I know. my heart is still bleeding my misery great for unfortunate children that suffer this fate. but heaven is calling for one special boy his toys are here waiting, to fill him with joy. I've gathered him treasures and beauties galore, his mansion is built and he'll never want more. his bed is a garden of roses so fair, it hasn't a wrinkle, I made it with care. I'll keep him beside me and look in his eyes, a soul to a soul is where love soundly lies. a rainbow my heart will forever provide, a promise of peace I can never divide.

[Xox]

Wow Paperdoll that poem was amazing. I hope to see more from you.

[dragonoverlord]

Please post more often, I look forward to more posts, I really enjoyed this poem. and im not a person who usually enjoys poems but this was just so deep and the way you wrote so beautifully. you have lots of potential. good luck in writings.

[KeavyODonagh]

Im blown away by your awesome wording! however the I vomited atrophy did sound a bit off to me.... nevertheless, the flow was romantic, and I loved the subject. It made me smile, and feel sad at the same time.