The Little Boy

sitting on the pebbled path
tears patterning darkened spots on the ground
a boy with scrapped knees
trying to get up but gravity keeps holding him down


who are all these people
with their ears cut off the side of their heads?
the boy cries for help
but his words fall to the floor instead


the few that gaze upon him
see nothing but polished mirrors in his place
they say to him "get up!"
but love doesn't seem to paint their face


what the little boy knows
he keeps it in his overburdened heart
but little does he realize
it is this that will soon break him apart