Childhood

A blue black canvas

Of my past childhood memory

With thousand scratches

Hundred stitches..

And a shabby old torn bag

Full of dark experiences

Some closed.. some opened wounds

Some in hope of antibiotics

The horrific faces

Some terrible..some forced brutality

And those blood sucking parasites

Childhood?? Was this the one I desired?

The hateful childhood..

Glad it is over.. may never come back

Now rapped youth..

May it end soon..