Blink away the tears
Scare away your fears
Run away from the screams
That echo within your ears
Hide inside your closet
Your one and only home
Someone once so happy
Has become so very prone
Little boy
With a heart of gold
Is dieing inside
And the gold becomes so cold
So many years
Of such abuse
He just wants them
To know the truth
The bruises aren’t from the playground
Hand-prints not from tag
All those little presents
Are from dear old loving dad
Now he just wants to sleep
Not to wake for the morrow
Or maybe just a peaceful night
Or a day without the sorrow
Now finally he’s peaceful
Sleeping oh so sound
Within his coffin bed
Six feet beneath the ground
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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great shit.
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Wow, once again, great.
Damn, what is with the closets?
I love the poem though.
So amazing and well writen.
I love the end.
~Jess
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