The Sickness

Forcing palms through steel like windows,
taking the knifes you’re forced to use,
bearing the freeze and burning fear,
lending a hand to that trapped little tear.

So much pain has trapped this gold,
locked with child where weakness stays cold,
shrouded in darkness,
forgotten in shame,
disgusted by it’s exsitance and its needing frame.

Strength lays in steel and stubborn legs,
kneeling has no option but to suffer and starve,
we stand proud men of pain with axe and drink,
we refuse even the tear,
in fear we may sink.

We allow the anger to rule the sorrow,
and twitch sickness from the tame,
children cry in cages,
for nails need to hide the shame.

The sickness of the world?
Is the forgotten child left inside.
The shivering, scared, lonely, needing little frame,
all beauty thrown aside,
though maybe in vain……
for all to see you ARE a man,
with a child left in pain.

The Sickness

Spraven

Dumbarton, Scotland, United Kingdom

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Artist's Description

In all mans climb to be the man, sometimes we forget the child inside, and the damage can be passed to the child of that man. Lets not forget our dreams and happiness, pass on the insane, fun mind of a child and watch a world flourish in imagination…..

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