tearless boy
He doesn't cry
Through swollen eyes,
His face is set in stone,
The yellow of a healing bruise,
His form, a shattered moquery
Of children half his age
An innocent caught in a trap
Of an endless twisted smile,
He thought his mother,
Warm and soft protected him,
He thought his father,
Strong and wise protected him,
And now their faces,
Laughing cruely at his trust,
Shattering his precious heart,
On cold linolium floor
Through swollen eyes,
His face is set in stone,
The yellow of a healing bruise,
His form, a shattered moquery
Of children half his age
An innocent caught in a trap
Of an endless twisted smile,
He thought his mother,
Warm and soft protected him,
He thought his father,
Strong and wise protected him,
And now their faces,
Laughing cruely at his trust,
Shattering his precious heart,
On cold linolium floor
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