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May 2019
He's seen too much.
Fourteen and already the world
Leaves him blinking his eyes
Wishing to see no more.
His problem is that he's felt too much.
Too many hands on his body and
Too many cracks in his heart.
Life hasn't been kind.
He needs a reminder.
He is still a child and not at fault
For the sins of his father,
The sins of the family.
He carries this burden,
Thinking he must be strong.
Everyone watches him crumble.
No one steps in.
No one can see hope or a human soul,
But it's easy to watch both die
Without a sound.
No protest. No defense.
Stab wounds to the heart,
Covered in band aids.
He's told the future is better
But he's bleeding out right now.
Dead but alive,
A moving body with sightless eyes.
But light can flicker.
Light can spark.
I'm going to look him in the eye.
I'm going to see hope,
and I'm going to see a soul,
Two gazes in the dark.
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