September 16, 2023

he is lost, he has been taken

he sings a tune of sorrow, all

have the lilac dreams suddenly

broken apart dissolving in 

scornful sins, he says his

 

goodbyes loses his footing trips 

and is caught, hands strong 

accepting his once boyhood,

your childhood of inner awareness

seeking your truth through the lies

dissolving with each touch, with

each separate act a way about him

praising his victim with a evil heart

the boy's soul already sent to a hell

he never dreamed would take him

what arrogance posted on his 

handsome face, he was going to

break all records, always ready to

seek the battered fortress scaling

the unknown truths worthy deceit

the church reclining in a slouch,

perturbed at the questioning boy

who insists god is blind and his 

screams echo in dark corridors of

quilt as no one cared to listen to

 

the fear aroused by the priests

desires, a domineering language, 

the young children sit attentive 

and cold waiting for his entrance, 

his acceptance, our fearful presence

he enters knowing a new year begins 

as his hand tingles a bit and he hasn't 

even examined his choices, the boys 

sit absolutely still silent in fear