A Little Boy Called, William

A little boy called William was weeping with sad words echoing,
it was my turn answering calls at a Kids Hotline this evening;
and as I listened to William my heart was breaking,
he was only eight years old and he was really suffering.

William was whispering into the phone his sad words echoing,
he told me kids said mean things that felt like whips lashing;
and his parents said he was worthless, stupid, and not worth living,
he was talking to me while an arms he was cutting.

William was whispering and weeping with sad words echoing,
he told me that he was thinking to end all the pain by hanging;
in a panic, I tried to keep him talking while the police I was calling,
then, the phone went dead and I was left blinking- my soul chilling.


The police called me-  William was safe, now, I was weeping.

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April 7, 2016 (Edit)


Poetry/Monorhyme/A Little Boy called, William
Copyright Protected, ID 16-1105-924-0
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.


Submitted to Standard Contest 163
sponsor, Brian Strand

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Kendrick Avatar
February 6, 2019 at 9:52 AM
Sad one. Enjoyed reading. It is hard to believe this still happens in our modern world. Congrats on your placement. Sara
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January 18, 2019 at 12:03 PM
Oh my, Dear Heart! What a dreadful experience and William had nowhere else to turn for comfort. Children can be quite mean in their hurtful comments, but we always expect parents to mitigate the harm with words of kindness. I think William lived because you showed him kindness. You most likely saved his life. Bravo! Excellent and powerful poetry. Hugs, Carolyn
La France Avatar
January 21, 2019 at 4:24 PM
Carolyn, thanks for visiting with that wonderful comment, yes to help kids is a rewarding thing, thanks for the compliment on my writing ~
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