Little Boy 12 (Pt 2)

I sit here in the darkness
not seeing what I see
not hearing what I hear

I see not the wantonness
I hear no lusty bark
I only see the child
deep within this heart

I remember fun filled days
tickle fights at night
remember getting sick
and waking with a fright

Alert in this darkness
I'm somewhere in my soul
reaching for those sad eyes
that somehow make me whole

I see HATE HER clearly
she makes me wanna cry
sad eyes makes it easy
for me to want to die

Now I see and hear
all the wrongs I've done
HATE HER needs my pity
I need this thing undone

11 others in here
I'm lonely but not alone
the rage it keeps me warm
the sorrow makes this home

This little boy is 12
this little boy is I
the little one must become one
if he is to be set free

So as the battle starts
he will not be forlorn
just he gets to grow up
and lives to see the dawn

He wonders if he'll remember
the good times and the bad
the live the 11 lived
in the 26 years he never had.

© 2005, Mosquitobyte