As a child, I was beatened. Severely for sport.
By all the adults, who were lonely: missing shells.
In-capable of hugs, nor kisses, nor loving love.
They beat. Because I was I. And nothing more.
Yes, I mis-behaved, cursed and even made...
Their bitter lives, more bitterly than...
I tried to terminate, my will. End it, and...
Cause the hills, to bring me freshly frozen water.
To calm, and serve. A body. To the ells.