What if the boy was taken from his mother
No doing of his own but of another.
Weeping with despair because the little girl who promised him wasn’t there
Failing to realize, that life is full of lies
He believes every word as the truth
Every new home is in cahoots
Not knowing love until the gun shoots
How awful the pain barely missing a vein
His perception now changed.
He searches for the contentment that
Seems to evade, the game as it’s called
Has left him played.
Struggling with commonality diagnosed with
Tendencies sociopathically feelings are
Done being had by me. Broken
Repaired but not fixed all the love
He wanted he knows his mother did this.
Now apart from the world
Taken for granted
Openly expressing nothing
Put away like a murderer’s
Gun, the life of a mother’s son
"STOP"! Is what the wind heard, as it blew silently across the earth. The earth spun thinking it was the wind who caused its continuous motion. Saying to the wind "I want to be still, allow me this pleasure at once"! The wind looked bewildered by such a deliberate notion, not knowing what it had done. The earth full of itself. The wind wanted to speak but its mouth only raged gust of hot air. Before the wind could get a word in, the earth stood still allowing the wind a chance to protest. Yet the wind had done nothing wrong to the earth because it was not it who made the earth move. The earth rolled on its axis asking the wind to stop but the wind was all the while silent as it blew across the movement of the earth.
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