Shadows

There was a child,
Whom stared at a wall,
That never looked away,
Even when his mother called.

It was whiter than starch,
Repainted not long ago,
But that child could see everything,
Little did they truly know.

He saw shadows move,
Where the bodies should have cast,
What he was witness to,
Was events of the past.

He saw a man being killed,
That was hacked into bits,
His body was hidden,
Part of it still lying in the first aid kit.

The blood won't go away,
It bled down the walls,
A few days later,
It attracted flies, insects and more.

He saw the police come in,
Multiple shadows moving at once,
But they never found the body,
And cleaned up when they were done.

The child just sat there,
Over a period of a month,
His parents were worried sick,
A therapist was brought in at once.

The child hardly spoke,
And when he did,
He chanted the names of places,
Of where pieces of his daddy were hid.