Childhood wars


Had physical scars


Not ones hidden in our hearts

All we had to do is trust

In a better day, do things in a better way

Once the bad feelings go away

Lying to myself as I take the pain to the grave

I’m on a boat, not alone, but lonely facing the tidal waves


They said the grass is greener

I followed blindly as I’m the breadwinner

At least they gave mama money to buy dinner

I felt like sheep, led to the slaughter house

But feeling like a timid mouse

Lost to the world locked in my thoughts

The girl next to me smiles, barely

Our captors laugh as how much we’ll fetch

Wondering what they’ll get for we’re but a wretch

The journey’s long

Off to a new hell we’re to call home

@Ray’s Chronicles


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