Sinew Erudition

From One Hell To Another By Vincent Fitch Don't blame the unborn It's not their fault to be mourn Unnecessary loss of preciousness All because of parental superciliousness Born into a family of insalubrity Child of burdens trapped unknowingly Bring hell to the innocent progeny Burn the young down to misery Oh, how the pseudo older people torture the little one Demonization and tormenting for their own fun A child who is trying to find the sun No lights shine on the little face No glimmer of hope or grace Tears fall into the puddle of sorrowful days Always alone by themself, no one else plays Growing so fast, for pain is too Always in trouble, don't know what to do Young one is the scapegoat for other troublemakers A soul kneaded like dough as if by invidious bakers The pseudo good kids, are but smiling fakers Project their torment onto their opposition To maintain superiority and perception Abused by relatives and comrades alike Painful anxiety, anger, social disli

Lost In The Dark Part 6 : The Lonely Road       Standing in the middle of the street you begin to walk along the side of the road. The road is in the middle of a desert landscape with cacti and desert wildlife. You are again all alone and no other human being is within the vicinity. The path appears to be smooth and easy to walk along. The air is pleasant and you are kind of thrilled to be by yourself again with no one else to keep getting into your way, stepping on/over you  or pushing ahead of you. Now you can relax as you are finally able to have the road to yourself. This stroll alongside the road is peaceful and quiet. The sight of the animals and plants give you a nice scenery to appreciate as you are on your journey. You stop to admire a few bunny rabbits and sit down to rest your feet. Your ankles are sore and you are exhausted from walking around for miles with no idea where you are going, or if there is an end of the road you are taking. The thoughts never stick with

Lost In The Dark By Vincent Fitch Part 4 : The Nescient Mist     The landscape is consumed by a humid mist. The mist is thick and the humidity makes it feel as if you are sweating; though you are not. The water vapor began to make your skin feel sticky and hot. The mist feels as if you are in a sauna. It is relaxing and soothing. You feel comfortable with being in the steam's mist. You walk around the environment unable to see inches in front of your face. It doesn't bother you; in fact nothing seems to be able to make you feel upset or have any form of emotions. You are feeling tranquility and insouciance. No worries, no fears, no taunting voices, no mysterious advisors harassing. Just you, all alone, blinded by the mist, and the soothing steam’s humidity. You walk around with your head held high and strutting like you know where you are going, but in truth, you have no idea what lies ahead of your own face. Your eyes can't see past a few inches from you. You t