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Found (First poem challenge) A sad, broken young boy in a photograph stood looking at the ground. Teary eyed, mortified, siblings all around. What sadness, how awful, you wonder what could in the middle of a crowd Cause such pain and agony, born without a sound. A sad little old man with a photograph stood with no-one else around Teary eyed, horrified, terror all around! What blackness! how awful, you wonder what could make such man so cowed and cause such pain and agony that in his soul abounds. That man and that boy from the photograph stood making not a sound Teary eyed, satisfied, a new life they have found How wonderful! what happiness, you wonder how could such a man have vowed Hand in hand that boy and man will stand together proud. |
Additional Notes:
this is the first poem that spewed forth from me
in the "throes" of recovery.
I'll never forget sitting at the computer
wondering where the hell that came from?
I know it was triggered by an old picture of myself
and the broken child who was saved but I had no intentions
of writing about it.
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