Sta.sh
“Lost, Little Boy”
There exists a dazzling forest with glistening
Water flowing down the hill with listening
Ears as if to appear sound and protected
But I know the truth of which none have detected
These waterfalls are a collection of tears
That fall from the eyes over the years
And never dry out but always throughout
Sprinkle the flowers that strengthen and sprout
But this thick air has become too vague to see
Or to breathe or drive through these wounded trees
In which the bark in the dark without a doubt
Grows in arcs and sparks curiosity without
Any idea where to fathom or begin
To search for the missing child buried within
This mess I detest is a hopeless conundrum
Of mysteries and problems remaining undone
For when I stepped through this forest of glee
I lost myself in the worst way to be
Under these clouds that cut me in half
And down to size to the size of a calf
I saw a chariot of bones leaving a flood
Dragging a horse by its skin and its blood
This can not be me for who would do such a thing
In the beauty of spring where I dance and I sing
But never the less I applaud in my head
Someone swimming in the water torn up and dead
And the shadows around me continue to grow
Much more in length from my head to my toes
And one of them grabbed a sick looking bird
And tossed it to where it couldn't be heard
My eyes are too blind to see this child
Lost in these woods which extend for miles
And a trip to the grave which takes for days
Was a short ride back among the haze
That sets in the evening when the sun fades
Away in the background igniting the way
For this child to be guided and pray
By his lost empathy and ransom to pay
This child will never be found and trapped here until
His brain regains sanity and sane thoughts instilled
Yet he refuses the pills to kill memories and burn
The forest he yearned for which raises concern
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