I wrote this for a friend's brother who had been abused. I suppose I also wrote it for myself.

(for Justin)


One Boy Sits Alone

One boy
Sits alone
Others walk conversing, passing by
The silent stone

Was doubt supposed to claim him?
And fear to make him strong?
And you the one who taught him
Why pass these lessons on?

So subtle is the poison
You sealed inside his soul
It carves upon his spirit
And works to break the whole

Guilt and shame will feed on him
Until there is nothing more
But why, I ask the reason?
When it was love, he was searching for

One boy
Sits alone
Others walk conversing, passing by
The silent stone

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Steven Cleaver