Awkward Soul

I see his small fidget as you whisper the knives
Even in jest, your words can break lives

His mother sits idle, remarried and poor
Fourteen years have gone by, but the wounds are still sore
Driving hours, he’ll leave his house fast to escape,
Questioning God and every small, empty gape
That seem only to fill when her smile is near
The heart flutter which echoes my own, soft, but clear

His sister’s moved out to find peace by the old
And the half one’s alone in her bedroom, so cold
Dark and morbid she wilts, capacity low
While their rooster wakes up by the bloodied, crazed crow

He haunts through his home to save her from death
Calls it “suicide watch” and cries out hidden breaths
Once the duty’s been done, he lies under the covers
Every fire of innocence from childhood’s smothered

The boy reaches down to find comfort on paper
Magazines provide dreams when life will be simpler
The boy curses such lives and all children who follow
Every word, every tear, every pill that’s been swallowed

His father exclaims how a promise’d been sworn
The plan was to kill him before he was born
Mommy and Daddy agreed on this stance
An easy solution, needing no backward glance
The date came and halted. She backed down, discerned
That maybe this child was not hers to let burn

That one quick decision brought smiles from stars
And months dragged on ‘till his shriek broke her guard
Things would be different, surely! She pleaded
But tears grew to hate as her husband retreated
Nights used for dates, days used for lies
He left her there bleeding…too broken to cry

And now in that house, so ruined by fate,
They sit and pretend that the days go too late
Sloth fills their pockets and eyes look toward breasts
Never again shall there ever be rest

I see his dark fidgets every day that he grows
And their rooster wakes up by the bloodied, crazed crow