A Sad Childs Eyes
Pages torn from the book of lies
Betrayed by the haze of a sad child’s eyes
And the times needed to heal and care
Gazed upon at no one there
A voice needed to ease the pain
As expected, effects the same
Alone at night to roam the street
And seek out the place where drunkards meet
To close my eyes and never awake
And to just drift off, for heaven’s sake
Copyright © Ernest Johnson | Year Posted 2016
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