A Memory

I look into a mirror and see that little boy in his warm clothes He looks out at the road in front of him A silence rings in his ear Tears well in his eyes His dad pulls over, empathy sparse in his heart Fear pumps through the boy's veins Cycling endlessly, he wishes for relief Looks for mercy in his father's eyes He does not dare speak He refuses to voice his cries His head stares down towards wet shadow Through verbal beating, his head hangs low I do not wish to dwell on the past however, I am left with the pain The shame The pleasure distracts me, leaves me with gain