Sad Little Boy
by Patt Paulos-Darrow
The little boy looked frightened, as he
watched people walk by.
He did not want anyone to see
that he needed to cry.
He had no one to talk to, no one, to help
him in any way.
Even if he had someone to talk to,
he would not know what to say.
As he looked around, he wondered if there
were others that were the same.
But, he had thought he was the only one,
that had to play the game.
He could have went to his friends parents, but what if they were just like him.
He wondered how many people had the same
troubles, the same sins.
He has to keep this all a secret, he was told many different lies.
As he lays in bed at night, and alone, he
Actually, he is glad to be alone, at least
he is not there.
He wonders why this is happening, it sure
He doesn't know, that when he gets
older, he will not have to handle it by himself.
He will then know that he does not have to
keep his problems up on a shelf.
How could someone do this to him, he is wondering all of the nights.
He has no idea, of the turmoil, he will
have later, and all of the fights.
He comes from a family of ostriches,
they bury their heads in the sand.
Afraid they will make him leave things alone,
and forget them with a wave of their hands.
He knows that he is
too little and alone to do anything, but keep
Because he knows, it is something that
all little boys must hide.
What a sad little boy, lonely, and sharing this
with no one that is real.
Because, there is no one, he thinks, that could
possibly know how he feels.
Soon he will be older, and wiser and then
he can start to get well.
So that his life can be something other,
than a living hell.
He now is older and is glad to be Jim.
Thank God for Blair and for sending him.
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