The boy,
sitting in the corner of the darkness of the hollow room.
Waiting on his supper to be brought.
He sits there, lifeless
careless.

His family disowns him,
Hes dead to all society.
Plans for his death come quickly to his mind.
only 12 years old
And death is prominate in his head.

Dreams of ropes,
guns,
water,
knifes
Enter dwelling in the deep brain that could be you.

How does things like this happen?
Why does such things exist
in small kids,
in a family place where things are worth while.

A knock comes faintly at his window,
a bird comes to carry him away.
upon its wings the little boy crawls,
vaguly whispers thank you,
for his body was weak, and his speak slurred.

taken care by who he knows as friends
friends take the depression away,
make the hurt that dwells within
come outloud,
and express the things he feels.

Now hes top of the line gentleman,
and makes riches and wealth,
and his mom wants him back.

A little boy once,
never paid attention to,
makes riches,
and they want him back.

a boy growing to age 34
with a disease
of cancer
dwelling within his body.

Sitting in his 12 floor office building
he hears a faint knocking at his window,
its God,
I'm here to take you home.

The grown boy climbs into his arms,
and for once, he feels at home.