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Broken shards of glass lay scattered across the dirty kitchen floor

Droplets of water clinging to the fragments

As a puddle forms elsewhere

The remains of a flower vase.



The refrigerator runs idly,

Preserving nothing but dust

Inside its cold doors.



At a nameless hour, a small boy creeps out of bed

And down the stairs quietly into the kitchen.

He steps on the glass blindly, as if its not there -

For he's never owned a pair of shoes.



He opens the empty shell of a fridge,

Disappointed by what he doesn't see -

But not surprised in the least.



So the young boy creeps back over the glass and up the stairs

Into his bed, he cannot sleep.

The gnawing of hunger clawing at his mind and body.



"Someday," the boy vows, "I will escape."



He hangs onto his dream and keeps hoping,

Until the day does come where he escapes.

A slip-up made by his barer

Led to suspicions and prosecutions,

But he escaped.

For good.



And he's living even as we speak,

The boy's hopes became reality.

And his wish came true...



But what lies ahead for this boy..?

That, even I cannot say.



For I'm still waiting for my own fate,

His and mine intertwined by destiny.

The boy is now joined by the Angel

And protected forever more