Do you think I am happy?

I wonder if it was the content that you disapproved of, the fact that this sort of behaviour should not be shared with in the Yahoo Q/A structure, or someone has taken offence and more than often they are either the victivictim or one who perpetrates this form of behaviour and therefore can feel the hurt and distress one can cause though there behaviour.

The person portrayed in the poem is a real person, and that person is me, and as a person am I not allowed to share with others the pain and the suffering, and let others

know, there is a positive life after the event. It was not my intention to be a victim of a violation with in Q/A.

People like Leonardo D Vinci, Virginia Wolf; to name just a few, wrote their best poetry while suffering with a mental disorder Bipolar, just

as I do, (bipolar rapid cycle class A) but not to get public sympathy, but to evoke people to think passed there normal life and look at others in a different light.

I hope that you will instate my poem as it is not to offend, (unless they are an offender) but to open peoples eyes and look into there own heart, to see the truth

I thank Yahoo for reinstating my poem, and allow people to acknowledge, there is another side of life they know nothing about and are therefore scared of it's contents. To those people I say, take a trip to a children's home and see for yourself what such actions as in MY poem can Mentally and physically do to a child. Then think again and may be you will somehow feel their pain and suffering. Don't be afraid of the unknown and be so quick to be judge, jury and executioner. We were all and some still are not wrapped in cotton wool, some have to live their lives the hard way.

Thank you for your interest. Peter

for those interested, the poem was,

A dream or reality?

For the sake of a night

Don’t try to tempt me to the darkness of the night.

For I know the evil that lurks deep within its shadows.

It tries to take you against your will with pain and suffering.

For I have suffered that pain when the night belonged to me.

Don’t tempt me with a soft glow of light.

For I know the light is only a decoy to make me come to you.

You hide your power so well, so I begin to believe I’m safe.

For your power I have felt each time the light goes out.

Don’t temp me with sweet music and wine

For I know the music I hear, is the screaming of my body

Like a child who’s just began to play a violin, like a screaming cat

For I know what it is to hear my screams in the night, yet unnoticed

The night has its moments, its darkness, and its horrors

As I turn on the lights to feel safe within my walls

Blocking out the shadows of the linger, blocking out the pain

But as soon as I turn off the lights, they return full

of vengeance

As a child I should feel safe within my bed

But I could hear the footsteps walk to my head

A grasp and a fright deep in the night I was helpless to fight my horror

I cried for help, I screamed for the light, yet no ear could hear me,

When morning dawns another day, my pillow wet from my tears

My body aching from the forces of the night, my eyes reach the morning

Yet no one heard me, they said, but I knew what happened in my bed

No one heard my cry, my screams, my suffering

No one wanted to hear, they were protecting themselves from any pain.

All God’s children should be safe in their beds, for night is the time

When God will protect us from harm, from hurt and from evil within

So God, when you hear a child in the night scream for help

Send your guiding hand to take away the fear and put the devil in his place.

For I was not protected by your helping hand

Maybe I was a bad child and needed punishing for my sins

But as you asked your suffering little children to come

to you

Take them to your breast and comfort them, as you should have done me