Tears Too Bold
I cannot help but marvel
At the strength this small boy knows
In the crevices of his safest place
A heavy evil grows
At black when babe doth close his eyes
To what does his grimace pertain?
When other boys drift off to sleep
Does he cry awake in pain?
Dreams call out in sweet and soft
But dark hands tighten their hold
Refreshing reminders on frail dear's arms
And once more; wet tears too bold.
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