BOY OUT IN THE RAIN

 Unspoken words, Bruised bodies
Torn heart, We fell apart
A mother’s cruse
On a gay son
Beaten and broken
Love there is none.
Anger and rage
Fill the air
Pain and despair
Fill his head
Walking around with bag of clothes mother says
He didn’t come from her womb so he as to go
Out in the cold, dark and rain
A stranger comes and offers an hand
But the hand turned into a fist
And the fist turned into his face
Fight back he tries with all his might
But the stranger had won
And tore the clothes off this forgotten son
One by one
Thread by thread
Out in the cold, dark and rain
He screamed for help
Someone to stop this pain
He screamed to the heaves
He screamed for the gods
But his screams only got him
To the devils backyard
A thrust and a thrust
A kiss and a kiss
A fist and a fist
Takes this boy
To an unhappy bliss
Screams and he screams
Oh! How he screams
Nails scrap the ground
To find an escape but how?
Body after body imprints on him
One then two then three then four
Five and six he praying no more
Tears of blood flows from eyes he no longer wishes to fight
If only someone could save him
But no one wants to claim him
Out the in cold, dark and rain
After they are done running their train
Hes left with all this pain
And the memory of mother putting him out in the rain