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Beware, some would say
He is beyond repair
You wouldn't wish to
See him anywhere
Such an unwelcoming sight
If you saw him out at night.
He was often in trouble with the law
That led him behind those prison doors.
He spent some time within those cells
A place he called a living hell
For many years he would rant and rage
Until he turned another page.
Something happened that set him free,
He found his solace in poetry
The judge he saw a different man
Unlike the one he knew before
A second chance  that opening door.
He said goodbye to all his crimes
He was not the villain he used to be
He made his escape through poetry.
A true story about a villain in the late 1800's, poetry changed his life. He became a welcoming sight instead of the opposite.
His real name was William Onions. He loved to eat spring onions hence the nick name William 'Spring' Onions, the East End poet. A well respected poet.
I see faces in the clouds
And curtains and the walls
I see faces in the trees
And the leaves before they fall
I look into the mirror
And this is what I see
A face thay call a failure
Looking looking back at me.
I told my mother what I had seen
The mirror clouds and curtains
And the leaves upon the trees.
Her words were wise as always
She turned and said to me
Believe nothing that you hear son
And only half of what you see.
Standing outside
In the pouring rain
Watching through
The window pane

Your face illuminated
By the light
Wanting so bad
To make things right

Wish that I
Could come back home
Until that day
The streets I'll roam

A faceless person
In the crowd
Hurting so bad
I scream out loud

Without your love
I'm an empty shell
Living in
My own personal hell

Not having you
I'll walk this earth
Without any value
Or any worth

For you were the one
That made me whole
You filled my heart
And touched my soul

I'll love you till
My dying day
God I wish
You felt that way
The first time I saw you
your beauty caught my eye
standing there so proudly
accented by the sky

Your look and your style
separated you from the rest
in the garden of life
you were simply the best

I walked over to you
and reached out with my hand
the softness of your petals
was really quite grand

Grasping your stem
my hands begin to bleed
overcome by desire
its your beauty that I need

Thorns cutting my flesh
deeply to the core
hypnotized by your aroma
I can only ask for more

I want to take you home
put you on a shelf
I would sit and admire you
and keep you to myself

In a short time
you begin to wither and die
I can not save you
no matter how I try

Your petals fall silently
landing on the floor
I'm lost without my flower
sad forever more
To my dearest love

now you're in heaven
forever you will run
joyful and carefree
a young girl having fun

always youthful
not growing old
never feeling pain
so I've been told

no more worry
not another sleepless night
you are with God
and all of His might

facing life
without you by my side
is a pain
impossible to hide

when I go to bed
I pray every night
that soon I will die
and go into the light

waiting for eternity
my beautiful bride
soon I'll be there
forever by your side

your beloved husband
do you think
cloaks of normalcy

societal smiles
wash away reality -

that screens pulled close
pious veils drawn

means all is well -

that children next door
from 'respectable' homes

aren't used like so much spoil
displayed with polish

to the highest bidder -

what tales do you keep
to sleep at night

in perfumed air -

'it's far away
some hapless child

not where I drive
with tinted glass

they're lower class
don't know the Lord

mere runts down town
where father drinks

can't pay their rent
make decent wage

so sell the kid
for sordid nights -

- n - o -
it happens

to tender buds
in wealthy
suites

and poorer shacks
in any
place

and every age
from dot to
grown

they stay unseen
stare at their
sums

are ***** this night
sob off to
sleep

as mother too
walks right on
by

deaf to the screams
he wants his
due

so he will take
her brother
too

'now be a man'
says worm to
prince

he lies to all
most to his
face

and no one sees
and no one
hears

the silent screams
with veil drawn
close

they look askance
and walk on
by
I welcome responses to this poem which is aimed at revealing the culture of silence in 'polite society' - this outpouring of outrage at abuse has been boiling for some time but this poem was sparked off in response to PaganPaul's important and raw poems on this topic  
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/1923972/the-judderwitch/
Is one thing that will survive time and the humans who crave for it
You don't have to kick me when  am down
I've learned my lessons the hardest way
And it still pains  me to ask
Does my suffering make you feel better?

My sluggish shadow
Stapled to my body
Reeking of despair
And the wanting, still keeps wanting

he asked!
Showing a masked face
Or faking a smile
Is all you've got
Does it help you in survival?

Fleeting memories, still
Clinging to my existence
I wasn't always like this
But it happened to me
Until it happens to you, sayonara
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