An abused child is finally left alone by his mother after she faces jail time. |
-The Life You Left Behind- by Keaton Foster There stands the child The life you left behind Watching and waiting Praying, will she come back Knowing inside, she will not The dream is always the same Each vision as clear as any other Each detail virtuous and pristine Each horror minute Unsuspecting to those exposed Skin and bones to him alone Hidden in places he knows She never turned back She never said goodbye She only said one wicked line One perverse concept That he would spend forever Trying to understand What it is she really meant She said My son, my child, my precious one Have a nice life As soon as those solemn words Crossed her unwavering lips Simply, without regret She drove away Same as before No doubt forevermore He would never again see her smile He would never again know her love Or lack thereof She left Because in her mind she had to He has become the victim Of plenty of people Doing what they have to He has become Use to such abuse Such neglect The life you left behind Watching and waiting Praying, will she ever come back Knowing inside, she will not The dream is always the same He wakes up at the same point Because truthfully there was Never meant to be Anything after that dark day He survived despite the odds In opposition to his predicament It’s amazing what a boy will do When forced in such terrible ways Survival became the price Time and again he would pay Now he is an adult An older, bruised, damaged man His mind leads him away Stories does he tell to himself As well as anyone else The life you left behind Is always hidden somewhere Between the fold of every line What was done And what has become Is all part of what it has taken For him to do as you said… The Life You Left Behind Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |