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Sep 2017
Kneeling cold in the corner he taps his head against the wall
Nose running with tears the same he has no strength to wipe away
Just ten years old he’s doing his best on waiting for the call
Something happened with mom, she wouldn’t stop crying all day
He wants mommy to be ok, he starts to pray so that she won’t be hurt
He says he’ll give his toys away just to see her smiling face once more
Hours go by as he shivers to sleep he opens his eyes to pain and dirt
He fell from a swing with his dad walking up saying he had gone to the store
Another vision flashes in his mind of daddy hitting mommy across the face
He tries to help her but is struck down too with so much pain in his soul
He snaps awake to noise in the room people rushing around out of place
His mom rushing past him like he wasn’t there he felt like a half torn from a whole
He tries to run after her crying her name but it’s as if she disappeared down the hall
Sobbing on the floor confused he is crying for help but no one hears his screams
He tries to stand but the floors are warped, he heads towards the room at a crawl
Wanting to know why his mom couldn’t stop crying he feels trapped in one of his dreams
Getting closer and closer to the room he’s struggling to see whose lying on the bed
Giving it all his strength he stands as tall as he can to see something he never thought he would
Lying there still and cold was himself he finally realized that he was the one who was dead
Stunned and cold as the darkness falls he looked for answers after doing nothing but good
He overhears the doctor say the cause of death was drowned by the dad
The wretchedness drowns him down and the stark cloudiness begins to instill
Before he has time to say goodbye to the world he vanishes away alone and sad
Fading with the wind he gently whispers that he loved his mom and he always will
Brandon Cotter
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Brandon Cotter  32/M/Sparks, NV
(32/M/Sparks, NV)   
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