his blood boils in rage the words out of that man's mouth were always laced in poison
haunting this feeling was for someone recovering from a loss the stars that were glued to his sky all began to fall down one night he can't even wish upon them hoping for a good ending to this story because each star is a hope he sowed
his blood boils in rage when that man ever hit him he can't even stand his ground so will he even tells his father that he was not made to be hurt with the hands that raised him
This poem is part of my Valleys to Jump Into poetry series.