Taken, screaming, kicking, his
nana's image slowly
dissapears
Being held tightly in tears,
nana is no longer there
No longer in nana's arms
He looks down at
dismal bottom steps
now empty
He smells the old wood
these steps of hell leading nowhere
Alien sounds from alien shoes,
he listens in fear and dread
Being lifted to an alien room;
taken against his six year old will
He remembers not what will come
remembering his nana's tears
at the bottom steps,
at the bottom steps of a foster home
And aghast, he was me...
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 4:52 PM UTC
Taken, screaming, kicking, his
nana's image slowly
dissapears
Being held tightly in tears,
nana is no longer there
No longer in nana's arms
He looks down at
dismal bottom steps
now empty
He smells the old wood
these steps of hell leading nowhere
Alien sounds from alien shoes,
he listens in fear and dread
Being lifted to an alien room;
taken against his six year old will
He remembers not what will come
remembering his nana's tears
at the bottom steps,
at the bottom steps of a foster home
And aghast, he was me...
