What Did I Do?

Sitting on the floor
with a drawing pad
A young boy sketches with
a dull leaded pencil
the round edge making fat lines
on the paper
a trance fixated
within the eyes
a blank stare
upon his face
completely unaware
of the mess he’s made

a single tear
wells up in his eye
slowly it rises
and spills
over the rim
it creeps down his cheek
and rolls to his chin

unanimated
the boys pencil
scribes across the paper
silently the images
are cast without thought
and smeared by his hand
dragging across the lines
a single thought enters his mind...

he thinks out loud to himself
"what did i do?"

quietly
he sits alone in his room
the only sound comes
from the friction on the paper
his pencil nearly worn
down to the wood

his left hand unconsciously
fidgets with his shoelace
while his right hand is
terribly busy with the unnoticed art
he stares at the wall
but its really not there


listless, his eyes appear
to wonder unaware
glancing back
and forth
from the paper to….
nothing
the world is invisible

the only thing he sees
other than the smeared images of his sketch
memories he cannot forget
visions he sees in his mind's eyes
a single thought enters his mind...

he thinks out loud to himself
"what did i do... that was so bad?"

slowly
his eyes fill up with sad
like tiny soldiers
falling to their deaths
the tears leap from his eyes

he feels them advancing...
running down his face
soothing against
the stinging pain
the outline of a hand...
welted up the size of a mans

the strawberry that stains his cheek
just below his left eye
seems to swell
as he starts to cry

a sound at the door...
thump...
thump…
thump...
quickly
he brushes the tears away with his sleeve
erasing all evidence that he is weak
a brooding voice comes into his space
"FUCKING PUSSY..."
says the brood
with a smirk on his face

the boy pretends
not to notice
absently he shifts his focus…
to his sketch
now stained with tears
and smeared with neglect

the subconscious thought
of his unyielding pencil
the images
cast upon the page
the figure of a monster
alive and full of rage

smeared across the paper
blurred into the background
its giant hand striking
across the face with a smack
a single thought comes back
            
he thinks out loud to himself…
"what did i do... that was so bad... that i deserved that"