Confused Sob

He had a thought and a vision, a small desire and a dream, only thing was that, it did not appear what it seemed, he thought it would be fun, but what mother thought it was a gun, if she thought that, then he had to run, he did just that, but could not go far, he was caught at the door ajar, she hit him scathingly, on cheeks straight, it singed his skin red, a pain travelled down his spine, and a deep sob formed inside, it gulped upwards for going out, but got stuck half way through, he was bleary and distressed, chest paining real bad, he was still confused, between his dream, and the stinging cheek chime.