I am a child of the jungle.
There is no end in sight, for me a child once neglected only wanting to be free.
The scars that I possess, some invisible some seen, are not the ones that I am hiding, they are the scars of the jungle that have overtaken me.
I lay my head down to sleep and pray the good lord to keep, those creeping hands from touching me. And if I awake and you give me another day it's on your shoulders this will sit the way he touches me is sick. But you have bigger fish to fry so I will wait and cry, for I am a child of the jungle least I forget.
When I was a child I was touched as a child. And now that I am old I but away childish things, pains, memories, lies I can not say. I am a child of the jungle and this is where I'll stay. Hidden in some banana leaves is where He liked to play.
I am a child of the jungle there is nowhere to run. You are never not the jungles child once you have been its son.
I sit and hear the voices of people walking by and feel the numbness of neglect theres something deep in me. But somewhere from behind the jungle cries my name, you can't escape it's guilt with every whisper of your name, the jungle calls you guilty, the jungle knows me more than I would like to claim, it holds my hand and whispers I will always know your name.
I pray to sleep and not awake but God who hears my prayers finds it more important to listen to my tears. I am a child of the jungle, on me there is great shame. I am a child of the jungle nothing changes but my age.
All hidden years all mystery fears, I am a child of the jungle. And if I die before I wake please don't leave me in the jungle, there is no soul to take. The one I had was taken there. This one is a fake.
Author - My Anonymous MK Friend.
(My heart is breaking...)
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