Anguish
Born
to a spreadeagled woman
a son
named grandiloquently
Is he not lucky?
Bonny at her breasts
and quick to learn
until beaten into submission
Silent
except to scream
at shadows
Be grateful
Lord
what a life
Learnt the meaning of theft
and was overcome by guilt
Stammer offset
by a sweet lisp
that faded away
Playing at war
with armies
in a secluded corner
muttering to himself
and communing with plants
Happy when hunting
what power in guns
Beset by pederasts
fought ferociously
but never got used to it
Pimples
frustration
masturbation
two worlds
one a nightmare
Followed by enemies
Always followed
nowhere to hide
Loss of memory
childhood a dream
Trying to get back
still trying
Be grateful
be grateful
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