Poor Boy

Written 3/14/08 I observe my friends, because I love them, and i wrote this out of my worry for one of them.

 

Little Timmy fell in the well
it was dark
it was deep
it was damp
Lassie coud not find him.

Timmy lay broken
(in his heart)
at the bottom of the well
sad and alone
as he walked among the people.

No one could see the bottom
of the well
it was too deep
and the darkness
and the dampness
shrouded him in their unholy wings
as he looked at the world
(through their haze)
and Lassie couldn’t save him.

So he lived and spoke
among the people
with the well in his eyes
hidden deep and dark
and the damp was his tears
as he lay shivering
(in his soul)
at the bottom of the well.

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