Father.
A little boy
Forced to cry.
Dehydrated
from lack of joy.
What did he do wrong
Perhaps it was his father's guilt.
Again he cried.
Reaching out
No one heard him.
A pact sealed
By the blood in his veins.
After the boy
Could bare no longer
Moving his battered body.
An angel came to be
Embracing him.
Escape was never so close
Yet so far away.
How such
Loneliness brings
Pain
As a child.
Strength
also building
The boy
Safe,Healthy
And becoming a man
For there
Are people who care.
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