Protecting Me From What I Want

This child
Had no light in their eyes
Knew no love
Of any kind
Sat in the corner
Dreaming of a life
Which they could not bare
One they could not hold
One they could not grasp
Woken in tears
Dying of breath
This child prayed
Day and night
When they could come home
And be held in arms
That would not harm
A hair on their head

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