Burn
A small boy sits alone everyday,
eyes swollen with tear marks covering his cheeks endlessly.
He wonders how long the tears will last or it they ever run out.
Each tear leaving another mark of pain on his fragile heart.
Pain is too much,
the child is breaking down for all to see.
He finds his pain killer without trying,
starting with a burn.
The burn clearing his mind of all thoughts of pain inside.
A distraction,
a cure he seems to believe.
The boys wears jackets more and tell those who question,
that he is cold.
Secrets fill his body,
only more to hide each day.
The child is wasting away.
Slowly bringing his life to an end.
A burn was the start,
what is to come when that doesn’t work.
The pain grows.
A small boy is home alone,
he starts a fire and is consumed.