Friday, October 31, 2014

Trading Innocence



Infused with spillover agony
I strayed from other kids
Away from innocence
Towards a strange adulthood

Wherever I reached
Whenever I was traded
Prayers were unheard
And whispers were raided

May be I trusted too soon
Or it was all for hunger
For every hand that gave me bread
Read me like Braille




Copyright BluEJoKe (2014)