Poor Boy

The bruises on his eye
Could make a person weary;
But he is much too shy
Poor Boy's eyes left teary.

The teddy bear he grasped
Can only help so much;
The fear the Poor Boy's past
Would help release his clutch.

Not one to hold his hand
For he was all alone,
Lost in a Poor Boy's land
His demons returning home.

Darkness pulled his hair
Spat 'your life's a chore',
Took away his teddy bear
Poor Boy's here no more.

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