Oh!
How sad.
These tears running down his cheeks
staining his bedsheets
with salt
wetting his papers
with sorrow
leaking through his fingers
when he hides his face in shame
and grief.
.
Oh!
Such pain.
These feelings
burdened on those so young
punches to the gut
each time they wake
no sun
to brighten their mornings.
.
Oh!
Such grief.
Tangled in all souls
with the loss of one so young
just some
more than others
just a few
with no cure to their wounds
just one
sworn off all others
irrevocably changed
by childhood trauma
wounded too deep
to be treated by human hands.
.
Oh!
How true.
These moments of silence
these broken hallelujahs
found in choked sobs
in shaking hands
in wavering voice
and violent stands.
.
Oh!
These sweet good-byes
whispered in the pauses
that space between breath
where wishes are too true
to grant any earthly gratification.