His darkened rage
Becomes his angry temper
That cannot be caged
Consuming the child I remember
He once laughed at the moon
And embraced in his life the sun
Which now sets each day too soon
Where I fear who he will become
Someone who finds himself broken
In a world he cannot escape
Trapped in hurt words unspoken
Bound by his own red tape
All of these things bind him
Lost to where I can't find him
01.06.08
The Black Sheep
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