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Alone in my room. I look, I see, I listen… You are not here, and I am left to my own resources. I am weak with dread; I fear myself and those around me. Paranoid stresses keep me in a constant state of high anxiety! What has become of the one who never feared? Has age made me think twice about this pitiful existence? Mere human and animal by nature. Filled with uncertainty about each day. I walk out side and do not feel safe. Children get kidnapped at the tender age of five years old. The police came knocking and asked my roommate questions. I listened in to hear bits and pieces. I try to numb myself to the cold cruel reality of what some people do. I escape into my movies, my work, my substance... Here I can focus on something other than my head and its wild imaginations! Questioning myself, I answer back. What can I do? Why can I not put a stop to this? Why does GOD allow such cruelty to befall children? There is no warmth for that child tonight, he has been missing since 4:00pm and it is now 10:00pm To know that his parents will live with fear and rage while it seems hopeless to find him. We complain about using technology to protect our children, but a chip in the skin is a chip that will return him. Yet this child had no chip to be tracked, and the police knock on door to door. Everyone is a buzz with questions and stirrings; then, they all go back into their apartments. Each one in there room. Some I know, some are new, and many have moved since I came to live here. I stay because I can afford no higher standard of living. I really do not mind this place with its many daily happenings. I only get sad when I hear of such news as I heard tonight. So one child will not grow up, and it is so very shameful to understand, that someone` made that choice of action. To think I complain about my fears in life. I will not feel fear like that kindergartner is. Will he survive to remember it? Or will the perpetrator just dump him someplace that is hard to find? Giving the parents hope that one day he will return; until, they get the call from the police saying: DNA has found your son. I will pray for another ending, as that is what faith requires. Maybe tomorrow the news will say he had wandered to a friend’s house and forgot to have them call home. It is not going to end like that, this is a small town. Someone would have made the effort by now. How I hate the child molesters. What laws have we put in place to punish these monsters once they’ve been caught? Thomas A Sutor P O Box 2343 Lompoc CA 93438 Rockhawk.com Note: This child did return home, he was found at a friends house yet, he did not inform his parents. |
All written word is "The Opinion" of Thomas A. unless otherwise noted...
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