A spoiled boy sat alone in the corner
surrounded with his broken un-repairable toys…
A life full of broken dreams
tossed aside into that corner
A lifetime of lies and deception
and now only silence weighs heavily upon his shoulders
The clock ticks loudly in that silence
This little boy
forgotten the love his mother taught him
and he had forgotten how to feel
with all his heart body and soul
A mother bitterly betrayed
Her beauty forgotten…
with his actions upon her kind.
The toys were broken
in his fits of rage and frustration
and he forgot what his mother told him
about being kind and patient…
The toys lay scattered
in fields of sad memory
and all that is left now
are pictures in a frame
and the neverending silence…
The little boy sits in the corner
gathering dust and cobwebs
Lines streaking across his face…
A dirty old sack
of nothing
but broken dreams…
by: Isabel Gallagher
