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Embedded Ivory

-Listen To Those Keys of Ivory Boy,
                          They'll Help You To Forget -

Everyday Was Pain, Red Sashes Across The
Hands and Wrists. Face Red with Anxiety.

                                      - Never Miss a Note -

The Cane Bore Down With Such Velocity,
That The Crack Matched the Entailing Scream.

                     - Hours of Endless Practice... -
                                             - Its For You Papa... -

The Notes Struck with Such Precision, Accuracy
And Intimacy, That the Boys Tears Spattered the White.

                                        - Silence -

His Father Frozen to The Floor, No Expression,
No Sound... "Go To Your Room Son"

                                         - Bare Feet Against Wood -

There Would be No Screams That Night,
No Red Marks to Hide From The World.

                                         - Just Rest -

Crying, He Soaked His Pillow as He Smiled and 
Closed His Eyes.

                                         - His Father Sat at The Piano... -

                             - His Fingers Laced With The Tears of a Prodigy -

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  1. Date: 9/13/2009 5:13:00 PM

    This is so sad. To think that this could happen but it does everyday in one area of life or another be it music or sports or education. Children should be allowed to be children first. Keep writing. Sara