Poor Boy
It's midnight
in L.A. and I am waiting for the bus
I am a poor boy
with a dark past
I was beaten
when I was younger
Daylight has
left me along time ago and will never be seen again
Night covers
me like a warm blanket
I try to look
threw the night but see no light
I am a poor boy
with no one to turn on the light for me
I am a poor boy
with no friends to call and talk with me
The L.A. street
lights cast shadows in my mind of nightmarish images
Images of myself
and my past
Images that I
can not look at
I can still hear
the sound of the belt hitting me
The sound of
the belt going threw the air and hitting me again
I know it stopped
along time ago
But, it feels
like it is still happening
I can feel it
in my sleep and when I get up also
When I go to
bed it is harder
I am a poor boy
who is running for my life
From shadows
and the darkness of night
I am a poor boy
who needs help
By: Robert Lawrence McMurrer