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Lonely little boy
The mystery blew away in the wind and left behind a scared and lonely boy.
Trembling in the breeze wishing for a better life.
Wondering when it would be his turn to stand up and destroy.
Much like what had been done to him. Stabbed in the back with a knife.
Loneliness the weapon of choice. Undesirable. unwanted. Lesser. Everything that should be he wasn't.
Tears run down his face. Cold, alone and frightened. When does this battle end?
© Swiftonic Poetry
Trembling in the breeze wishing for a better life.
Wondering when it would be his turn to stand up and destroy.
Much like what had been done to him. Stabbed in the back with a knife.
Loneliness the weapon of choice. Undesirable. unwanted. Lesser. Everything that should be he wasn't.
Tears run down his face. Cold, alone and frightened. When does this battle end?
© Swiftonic Poetry
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