The Black hole

I cry for the child I never got to be.
I cry for the way lust snatched innocence out of me.
I cry for the nights I was tormented by the events of the past.
I cry for the emotions I never could express.
There was no time or space to express so I bottled it up.
They say energy can’t be wasted but it can be transferred.
Unexpressed émotions morphed into a manic human being.
Panic ridden, rode on dirt roads of crystallised liquid to calm me down.
Survived with two eyes in my back.
Got given two ears and four eyes
Used it to my advantage.
Voluntary mute elephant eyes were given to me.
With bees eyes.

I watch and observed.
Ensured I did everything not to upset the big humans.

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