Rain falls from his ceiling, and pours from his eyes.
Deep down inside, mother loves and provides.
Father is vague, can not be found.
The seat is filled by an angry soul.
Through his iris, a window he see's.
Another like him greeted with hugs and love
Reality slams, and only the stepfather's backhand and impact
awaits.
no comfort during the storms and his heart and eyes.
He feels as though he is going blind, but his eyes are
blurred with just tears of sadness, and stabbed hope.
No love, when the mother is out with another.
He's young and only knows himself and what he's endured.
Soon his tears become puddles and engulfs his heart,
head under and hand still on the faucet.
He falls with the rain and escapes from his pain.
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