Little Boy

LITTLE BOY



A little boy with stoic face travels,

Through life with pain and anger held within,

Unable to express his life long trials,

He wrestles to keep demons locked within.



Along the road he dons some new apparel,

Affects a new demeanor as he needs,

But deep within the onion layers of terror,

The little boy remains and slowly bleeds.



The lad may fight to break his layered prison,

A child however cannot wield that knife,

The rescue effort must be done in common,

With those whose lives have met a kindred strife.



Polished exterior not withstanding,

The small boy remains and is demanding.



© Bart Breen

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Weak sonnet but one which was cathartic to write at teh time.  One of my earlier works.

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