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The Padlock
There he sits, none but skin and bone,
Here he lies, whimpering all alone,
Abandoned in darkness, his fears unravel,
His home of shadows and rags upon gravel,
Insects for friends, his bedding the earth,
Weeping alone in a washed out hearth,
Kept of all happiness and earthly delight,
Kept fourteen years from any Sol-born light,
His existence in shadows, hidden away,
Cockroach companions both night and day,
An adoptive mother his sole interaction,
Chained and starved per her satisfaction,
Forgotten by siblings, the unloved brother,
Scorn for his family he wishes to smother,
He catches his mother, his fists never ceasing,
Doused in her blood being painfully pleasing,
Finally, a single padlock prevents his being free,
But to his dismay, she had never made a key.
Here he lies, whimpering all alone,
Abandoned in darkness, his fears unravel,
His home of shadows and rags upon gravel,
Insects for friends, his bedding the earth,
Weeping alone in a washed out hearth,
Kept of all happiness and earthly delight,
Kept fourteen years from any Sol-born light,
His existence in shadows, hidden away,
Cockroach companions both night and day,
An adoptive mother his sole interaction,
Chained and starved per her satisfaction,
Forgotten by siblings, the unloved brother,
Scorn for his family he wishes to smother,
He catches his mother, his fists never ceasing,
Doused in her blood being painfully pleasing,
Finally, a single padlock prevents his being free,
But to his dismay, she had never made a key.
Published 7th Mar 2016
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