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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Little boy lost in echoes of his past. Not knowing though never forgetting. In things that linger in memories unspoken. Lost and alone always foreboding thoughts. Dreams of nightmares scattered across his mind. Colors are always dark and muted in a fog. So many drugs on this lost highway. Some days were filled with blue skies. Most often than not colors of gray muted walls. Bruises were a constant on wrists and ankles. There is always that sinking feeling rising up. Words and memories flashed through his mind. It is a place of control except for no control at all. It is free reign here to do what is pleasing for some. The mind can take you away from places you can't deal with. He locked away secrets, deep inside, as he tried to forget. As he watched the paintings on the wall changing forms. As they took him places he longed to be, to forget things. He did not want to see, dreams of nightmares and evil things. As this boy never understood bringing to near death. When the song of the holy rang out in his ears. He thought he had nothing in this life to fear. And in the end, this lost boy slipped off to heaven. Never to be seen again, with anyone to cry for him. 3 am 3/ 24/ 2012 I took the liberty of putting 3- 4 stories in one poem/ my X was a cop, and he told me a few stories of him & his team rescuing those boys.
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