Lost and Loss
He was little over a decade grew
when he lost his comfort one
never talked the pain away, kept inward,
facing many grave days labeled, shitey
He could not bear carry the weight nor shame
of the shared, he held within his room
the river trickled tears shrouded in loss
never leaving him just; just lost
An understanding, there was none for him, hope
His comfort one was she,
Lord, he knows me
God, how I love, Mommy
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