Lost Childhood -Finale-
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Thank you Tim, big (((HUGS))) for you
This pen, it writes,
It has a life of its own.
My hand a robot,
No life on its own,
It just had to be done.
This pen, it writes,
My life in words,
That cannot be spoken,
That cannot be heard,
Not understood.
Read these words,
Tell this story
In your words
and images.
Because I cannot.
Fill in the blanks
For I cannot.
Tell the story
of two little boys
to yourself.
This is no end,
It is a beginning.
One day this here boy
Will find
And embrace you,
.....Little One.....
***
Februari 6, 2017
© Darren White
Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017
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