by Martha K. He cried like a child in the corner of nonexistent walls With a dream clutched between his tiny paws. He wept the coming days He swallowed the words Bitter d**h. To live knowing the end To live waiting for tomorrow to meet on yesterday's feet To repeat and repeat To count your heart beat To grow a century older in the split of a second To watch your feet bleed On the cheeks of an invisible path. He cried like a child Knowing he will never love again Never trust again For he has been taken for a fool hundreds of times For they have burned his sun k**ed his moon Stole his time. He cried Moaning on his own funeral Burying his own soul, For he no longer had a footstep in this world. He cried Rivers of blood. No one saw, no one felt The birth of the beast they have created; He slept a rabbit and woke a crying predator.