A grim child shuffles away from his would be sister’s grave
His head bent and humbled as he kicks along a pebble
Horrendous is this pain
That causes a boy to want to cease
Living and trying. Becoming more or less blank
An experience that has corrupted his faith.
Shrouding his faith
In misery. Buried-alive in a self-made grave
A once jubilant face is now grim and blank
Emotions confined to the size of a pebble
Striving and working towards exhaustion to cease
This ripping and heart-wrenching pain.
In his horror, imaginary screams of pain
Echo and rebound through a soul filled with faith
Built on guilt. Selfish cravings made him want it to cease
He wanted his attention, but the cost was too grave.
His wishes he attained, but the toll leaves him as a pebble
Small, hard, cold, separated and blank.
Family and friends looked down upon a blank
Space. Even when bruised, bleeding or in pain
This young boy was kicked aside like a pebble
In this new child is where everyone placed their faith
Ignorance compelled him to pray an unborn baby into an early grave.
Onlookers know the emptiness of abandonment doesn’t want to cease.
If he were to confide his deed all relationships would cease
His mother’s once brilliant brown eyes are now gray and blank
In her salty pools lies the reflection of a tiny headstone and grave
He wants to speak but in her pain
The boy knows that even with her burning and awing faith
She seeks retribution. What is lost returned in exchange for a pebble.
The gawking boy at her feet is this pebble.
If only this dizzying and spinning world would cease
Then maybe it wouldn’t be such a leap in faith
To push on. Especially, when her son looks so drawn and blank.
She gathers reserves and ignores the pain
She gently scoops into her bosom, that young and grave
Boy. Color fills the solemn and blank face as his faith
Is restored. Their tears unite and pain begins to cease.
Hand in hand they walk to the grave and upon it he places his pebble.