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*Little Boy
In the darkness of the night
When all is seen with his sight
A little boy walks down the street
A certain fate he's sure to meet
Who knows how long this child has walked
In all his life he's never talked
The horror that must fill his mind
One would hope he'd never find
His bright blue eyes now have paled
For this little boy the system failed
When he should be home and safe in bed
He's wondering where he'll lay his head
One cold night he closed his eyes
No more to see of this world of lies
His manner was much too mild
To be in a world that is so wild
He was not allowed to have this life enjoyed
He was so lucky to leave before it was destroyed
So short and precious was his life
But finally an end came to the strife
The little boy has found the Light
Where all is seen with His sight
I like this poem in particular. It's sad, but looking at the time it was written, I can't help but think that i might have had some sub-concious affect on some of the imagery ;) The rythm of this piece is very set; into a verse-recital type intonation. I love it. I enjoy all of your work. All the poems you write, like you, are proof of God's wonderful love and creativity.
You are very dear to me. Keep writing. I'll keep reading.