The Boy In the Attic

In this space, a hunger
To find peace and life
Runs through his mind
Trying to avoid strife
And this daily pain.

A place for thoughts
Reflected in the tears
That roll down cheeks
Quivering from fears
Of lost love and sin.

As dreams awaken
His rainbow of love,
His heart cries for
God from above
To clean his soul.

A yearning soul tattered,
A gentle soul so torn
That heavens stars
Are quietly born
In nights darkest light.

He grasps at stardust
Brilliantly glowing
In the last visions
Of the new morning
As day break appears.

No dreams to caress,
Or stars to guide his day,
As the boy in the attic
Turns his soul away
From sadness and pain,

From memories that hurt
And moms that cry,
And dads that worry
This boy knows why
God has smiled on him.




Poetry by Morpheus
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Written on 2006-07-15 at 22:47

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Rick Crown
ah and the spirtual cleanses the earthly. that's what someone told me.
2006-10-15