Here's two poems I wrote a while back

A life with no lead
For I was born with no light
My dull eyes cannot find the path
They are too loud
But yet I cannot hear them
I lay famished and parched
While surrounded by sustenance
My withered body cannot rise against
This weak mind obliges to the urge
I can’t wait for the day I succumb to my own misery
The only thing I have left
Is the very thing that is eating away at my mind
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Dear child, do you not see?
The creased faces that dance and plea.
Child, can you not hear?
The screams yet to have endear.
Sweet child, why are you not afraid?
Haunting memories that have yet to be made.
Oh, child, why can you not see?
You are the withered face that was once free.
Lies, child, will you not hear?
It was you that caused the anguish and fear.
Filthy child, you should be afraid,
the dance of terror that you crusade.

I like the last one better, but rather pleased with both.