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5. Written From Experience. The little boy wanders
Across the golden sand,
Not a care in the world
With a little blue boat in his hand.
To sail away
To some foreign place,
When he has the love he needs
Staring him in the face.
He cannot see it,
Nobody can
For when that hand comes crashing down
His trust just ran and ran.
His dreams seem so far away,
The pain obliterates his soul,
So when he tries to escape his fears
He cannot see his goals.
His mother says she loves him,
His father says it too
But when they beat him every night
He doesn't believe it's true.
His grandma says it's his fault
She says he is a pain,
She says if he wasn't such a devil,
He wouldn't get hit again.
He gets told he provokes them,
They tell him he's corrupt,
He gets treated like he�s dirty
He's only common muck.
He feels it's all unfair
That they beat him black and blue
He's too scared to speak out
He doesn't know what to do
He needs a way of escaping
A way of abandoning the pain
That's why he took that boat
To escape that awful cane.
He walked into the ocean
With a smile on his face
Finally there was a way
For him to leave this place.
Huni i never knew that you could relate to such circumstances!i hope you're ok and dont ever suffer in silence im here for you x x x
I really like this one, it's very emotional.
I love this poem Claire, but you alreay know that because ive told you that enough times