A Young Boys Cry

The boy sits in the corner crying,

Weeping into his pitiful hangs.

He is only five years old.

He has no clue as to what happened.

He just sits there staring at his parents bodies.

They lay on the floor as if they were rag dolls.

The room is dark and gloomy, It was night.

His parents were happy and cheerful

Then they took the needle.

Then after a while they both collapsed.

Everyone ran out of the house.

They left him all alone, in the cold dark house,

They young boy sat there a couple of days,

Until a neighbor noticed that

No one had moved around in the house

In a couple of days.

The cops came and knocked on the door,

No answer.

They knocked again,

Still no answer.

They finally just opened the door, and went inside.

The smell of decaying bodies hit them with full force.

They picked up the boy and ran out of the house.

As they ran outside the cops choked and gasped for air.

The boy just sat there,

He was already accustomed to the smell of decaying flesh.

The cops asked the boy his name.

The boy said nothing.

The cops asked him what happened,

Still the boy remained silent.

They sent him to child welfare.

He just sat in a room and said nothing.

The boy remained silent,

Until his death,

45 years later.

Reviews

[unspokenguilt]

Wow, it's so sad!
To die and never say a word...sounds like torture.
TO keep it all bottled in, no doubt it ate away at him.
Very well written,
Elyssa