He weeps for the boy hiding deep within his eyes
A boy born a teardrop, wept from mother sorrow
As a child, out of mind, out of sight; so now he is never seen
Taught to speak only when spoken to; so now he is never heard
Taught to watch where he was going; so now he is ever looking downward
Forced to live on the outside without living, then it became his way of life
A distraction, an afterthought, a life of transient impression and impact
A longing handprint on polished mahogany
He weeps for the boy hiding deep within his eyes
Yet not for what lay before the boy
He weeps in empathy, while the boy weeps for the man he is destined become
art: abstract figurative 16 by Jeanne Bessette
*03.27.18
There is soo much realization hidden within in these lines. Awesome .
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Thank you (:
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Oh, wow. Very poignant and profound. It is heartbreaking but so beautifully penned. Amazing work.
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Thank you, Lucy
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