Above a drama floated the soul of a little boy,
Looking down below, he saw a rigid wooden toy,
The drama was real, fear etched into his face,
Destruction the scene, he rapidly fell from grace.

A large audience stared, gripped by the show,
There empty eyes looking away, with no where to go,
Pulsating bloated face, eyes sunk into its head,
Annihilation by the second, soon it would be dead.

Deeds of hate, spewing from a damaged mind,
Impervious to its intentional destruction, such anger, so blind,
Waves of terror, dished from a soul knowing not love,
Towards the rigid wooden toy I was watching from above.

The rigid wooden toy below me, that I could see,
Wasn’t really a wooden toy, I was looking at me,
The soul that floated above, had been released from the pain,
To remain its own person, one I would never find again.

Good imagery.

I never floated above, I couldn't stop moving...I called it "tap dancing." I'm finally finding some peace...I will hope for a reunion for you with the soul of that little boy.

Blessings,

David

Powerful stuff, thanks for sharing, it hit a chord in my heart

ste

Another strange toy I am always
Twisted into knots by disguised creatures
Making sure my bloody screams woud be silenced
Until 44 years almost led me 6 ft under

This freak of psychotic men & peers lives
Ready for his George Romero Zombie Road Show
Flowing scars now dazzle like Hollywood stars
My time for dancing on the Walk of Lost Shame

Feeling revived with my diverse wood
Blazing in Forever Fall Freedom Forest
Uniting warrior voices to battle forth
Never allowing innocence to be stolen

Flexible always as I rip off my chains
Proud now to share my branded cells
Unafraid of facing living monsters
I will crush the Grim Raper no doubt

Keep growling LEO the LION
with Heart--- Heal on, John:)