Developmental Regression

A changing season without reason is gleaming through this family treason,

Walking the tightrope as I emotionally choke from the throat losing hope,

I can never regret my time spent with little hands lent for I'm their asset to forget,

Setting their spirits free there's no more captivity in this family tree, I'm in need,

Learning to talk as they write in chalk, mental shock within our whole flock,

Eyes so deep as the trauma creeps from the neglect that reaps, no more rem sleep,

Our pain in a loop as regrets make us choose an emotional food to cure the blues,

Mental extraction to cure the reaction of loves inaction was my compassion,

They're eyes are lost and mine are glossed, feeling their frost and the real cost,

This laceration from the damnation of the souls deflation was stalking our salvation,

Battered inside while emotionality splattered outside shattered what really mattered,

They needed the neglect deleted, but I'm bleeding from being maltreated, I pleaded,

To heal the mental and continue their developmental, no more consequential,

Cure the depression and halt the regression, so hear my confession,

I didn't see the evil upon my family, now I anxiously claim blasphemy and bankruptcy,

Stop this madness, help them forget sadness and pull out from this blackness.