Lost Childhood -Finale-

This pen, it writes,
It has a life of its own.
My hand a robot,
No life on its own,
It just had to be done.
                                  This pen, it writes,
                                  My life in words,
                                  That cannot be spoken,
                                  That cannot be heard,
                                  Not understood.
                         Read these words,
                         Tell this story
                         In your words
                         and images.
                         Because I cannot.
Fill in the blanks
For I cannot.
Tell the story
of two little boys
to yourself.
               This is no end,
               It is a beginning.
               One day this here boy
               Will find
               And embrace you,
.....Little One....

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Februari 6, 2017 
© Darren White