sick boy
when i was a child very much like deathpain was in my heart and head
migraines in those darkened rooms
nausea spins on a witches broom
fractured with my knees to chest
mother somehow helped me rest
growing, aching, crying, breaking
what a deal the devils' making
shunned of recreated fun
i learned to live without the sun
and all my friends who took my toys
forgot about this little sick boy
but i survived, alive you see
those aches and pains turned into me.
2009
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