Victim
i see a tale rarely told
of the one whose life dips into tense silence
at such an early age so that the tension seems
loving and warm so that the calm before the
storm is a familiar place to visit a soft bed
on a hard day
of the one whose tears fall before their head
hits the pillow so that they’ve torn down their
face before they lie in stained comfort when
you lie down but can never find the right position
and that’s okay
of the one whose eyes seem empty of the light
we humans crave so depraved for the warmth of
a hand that only touches in affection who smiles
in true pleasure or even affectation
they are lied down in bed with a kiss on their forehead
but the soft lips are of the one behind the tears they shed
i’d let them know they hearts can grow they smile
can be mirrored even though mirrors reflect them
harshly to see
one day they could be among the stars