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There rest a lot of pain
a lot of scars there are
burning still in his heart..
He doesn't grieve
for he has learnt well
to conceal this pain
in the deep depths of his soul
where a young boy still trapped.
His cries, His wails
breaking through the walls
can be heard, by us
by lending an ear
just to the quiescence of the midnights.
He was abandoned, left alone,
by a mother who ran away
as she cared, just of her world
that had her lover, and
all the dreams she weaved.
There went his father
though not willingly
leaving him just with his ashes
to hug close to his heart
but the tears that he shed
never wet those ashes.
And now, she is back
when he was to start afresh
to dig holes again
in his darned heart
stitched carefully by his beloved
with the sheen threads of love.
A fire again, reignite there
to strike at its fullest
at all those who must pay
for all that was done to him.
The fire will burn,
leaving his heart pure
cleaning all the dirts of his past
allowing him, to run back
to his beloved
who waits
with their happily ever after..
123 Launches
Part of the Poetry collection
Published on January 17, 2016
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