Falter at Never

Children need no appeal.

An ear, a voice, a stand,

most definitely.

For at that point, no genius helps.

For what good would such a talent be?

When crushed by family.

A heart to give, a soul to take,

it is easier to say these days.

The years have passed; blindly I stare.

At nothing, but, "I'm hosed."

A cold and hardened plight,

it does grow rather old.

So many years to put away,

all before my 18th birth arrived.

When Legal hit a freedom fight

to breath the air of might!

Hours never passed, the minutes held the time.

In negativity I did count

the seconds of my wealth waned.

I found the struggle incomparable.

NEVER, put pen to paper.

Certainly do not speak with voice.

The levity of such a crime

brought beatings with no choice.

My spine is racked with pain.

The daily grind I bare that's mine.

In spite of all of you,

I knew the term....

Begin again.