His Falling Tears
Tears falling from a child’s eyes,
as his mother covers her own.
A hand rose to strike at a child’s
heart breaking it into a million pieces
along with its hopes and dreams.
The child heads for the door, and opens
it to leave, as thunder roars and lightning
flashes a child looks up at a forbidding sky.
The father threatens the child, spewing hate
this will leave them both forever scarred.
In his loneliness, fear returns to haunt him.
Alone in the world, except for his companions
hurt and pain. In silence the child withdraws
Into an inner world of beauty, that is known
only to himself, and no one else.
So under a small table he hides, safe within
a fortress built upon lies. As his father lifts
the bottle in triumph as if satisfied. A small
child alone within himself cries, as he wipes
his eyes amidst, his falling tears!
By Frank S. Copyright 2010
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