Child in the Plaster

September 4, 2010
By Uranium GOLD, Charlotte, North Carolina
Uranium GOLD, Charlotte, North Carolina
10 articles 8 photos 19 comments

Favorite Quote:
He who burns books only denies himself a new point of view, making himself that much more nearsighted of the truth.


I am the child in the plaster
What a horrible life I live
Frozen in time and in motion
Only to see pure darkness
Never to feel the tender touch of the breeze upon my face
Only to taste the salt and dust this makes me gag
In the summer I bake, the plaster as hot as a stove
In the winter my shell turns brittle and hard cutting deep like glass
My cocoon never opens and I never change
Cut off from humanity I wait
Without any freedoms
Without any love
Without any kindness, compassion or empathy
I will survive


The author's comments:
This piece is about how a person is shut out from the whole of society stranded on a perverbial island of sorts. This shut out would be caused by drugs or other negative behaviors of the main character or by dicrimination of others.

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