Ann-Marie Spittle

CHILDHOOD CRIMES

I want to run away
From the dark moods
From the draining people
From the tiredness that binds me
From the bloodletting that pains me
From the leaches that use me
From the baying dogs that abuse
The whining children that confuse
The fire scorched sod that stops me from growing
From the pain that burns from my knowing
From the sleepless nights from an unknown source
From the fights from them
That failed of course
For they find me with their soulful act
Their sorry for this and apology for that
Till ensnared again I go through the act
Until I scream no more
This time I must do
What I have to do
No ifs, no buts, no might’s, no oooooooooh
Well if you’re sorry
For then they strike
Keep me happy until the night
Then drag me into the pits of Hell
Leave me alone
Ignore my yell
While they command centre stage
Demand attention
Pout and rage
This time however will be the last
For the worm has turned
The Golden Calf
Is but an idol within my eyes
So I bid goodbye
To childhood crimes
Step into my adulthood
For better, for worse
With a final cry of
All good! All good!