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.