A young man molested,
as a boy; just a little boy.
Treated like an object,
or like a little toy.
In one moment of time,
his innocence was taken.
All his future dreams;
now heartbroken and shakened.
Just a little boy of only seven.
Who wanted to die;
and to fly high,
into the sky.
Just a little boy...
With his self-worth shattered.
Who wanted to be his best;
but never, ever to be like the rest.
A little boy...
put on a trial.
His body and soul,
raped and defiled.
Just a little boy...
Who asked God why?
Never receiving an answer,
no matter how hard he would try.
Just a little boy...
No longer young and wild;
left mortified,
as a broken child,
All the girls would say,
that little boy is shy and different;
no longer charming,
nor confident.
Just a little boy...
So petrified,
when the adults asked why?
He felt he had to lie.
His mother,
held him close.
Held him tight,
giving him hugs everynight.
He always made sure,
that his mother never knew;
what her little boy,
was going through.
By his time,
he did his abiding.
An entire life,
spent in hiding.
Just a little boy...
living a life of woe.
Now a young man,
with no place to go.
Joshua Fegley
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/just-9/
