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I see a boy standing all alone,
lost from his life.
Searching and waiting to be found,
he's scared and very cold.
Will someone come and look for him,
or was he left to survive?
He waits and listens,
but no one comes,
struggling to know why.
The years go by and never found,
his pain has never changed.
The scars from being left,
still hurt to this day.
Emptiness that he suffers,
haunts his inner soul.
He asks himself a question,
confused just to know.
Why he is still this little boy waiting to be found,
tears fall from his face and they don't make a sound.
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great poem,I can relate some times i feel like as a child some how i got left behind.any way i liked it,it was really good.
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Posted by monicaspeaks
on 2008-12-03 13:15:03
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Thanks. I'm dealing with a couple of family things and it's funny what will pop up, when your trying to deal with the past. I appericate your comments.
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Posted by 18degreesoffNORMAL
on 2008-12-03 13:30:16
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