What He Sees

look around little boy, what do you see?

that we're all okay, we're doing fine

when we're both fighting just to stay alive

ears are burning

eyes are crying

little boy i am sorry 

i am your guardian angel

and i know i have been doing wrong

don't let the anger consume you

chew you up and spit you out

don't let them destroy you

tarnish what good left in you

i know what you are all about

use the hurt and pain as stepping stones

let your lungs open up and take your place inside this world 

as the child who survived the fire

the abuse

the pain and sadness

you are always my hero

little boy

Author's Note

I don't capitalize when I write poetry.
Anyway I was mainly wanting to get this off my chest.

Reviews

[Emunah June.]

I have a feeling this is based around someone in your house? Someone tha lives with you yes?

Anyway, I really liked the whole idea you have woven into the poem. Nothing this emotional and full of hurt can be written without firsthand experience. A truly raw piece that brings out a sense of pain and lonlieness into the reader. Excellent work.