Lost Innocence

How does it feel when the innocence of a child is stolen from him, when his childhood dies a premature death, when his laughter turns into mockery.How does it feel to be cheated, to be used, abused, betrayed by the ones you trusted the most, the ones whom you entrusted your life with.When blood seems to be thinner than water and venom seems to flow in the veins instead of blood, when the purity of the heart is confused with the defensiveness of mind.When all that you see around are lies, deceit, treachery and betrayal, how does it feel to be on the recieving end of life, where there are only expectations from people, where you are just a means to the end.Why does a good deed go unrewarded, why does courage have to undergo the baptism of fire, why does the truthful end up fighting when it should be the evildoers.Why does life become a series of questions with no answers in sight, a tunnel of unending darkness, a dark cloud devoid of a silver lining.The child never forgives nor does he forget the past; the bitterness is always visible in his eyes, the pain always stabbing him, the fire always burning him, the child may grow up to be a man, but he still desires his lost innocence, still desires the lost love, still hungers for happiness but all he gets is pain, unending pain.No balm in the world can soothe his wounded soul, nor do words pacify him.