My son was taken in the middle of the night.

I didn't know until it was light.

In his bed he did not lay.

I didn't know what to say.


Frantically running I called his name.

Hoping he was playing a game.

To my horror he was gone.

And I faced my fear all alone.


The police came and went in the blink of an eye.

Again I was left alone to cry.

We searched for days and never gave up.

Then one day we saw the truck.


My heroes gave chase and ran him down.

That horrible creature had finally been found.

He told us where my son was bound.

I couldn't wait til he was safe and sound.


Let this serve as a lesson to you.

This could happen to your son too.

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Eric D. Grizzle was inspired to write "Taken" after attending an internet safety presentation aimed at preventing human trafficking. Eric is an American-born storyteller living in Mobile, Alabama, with his wife, Shirley, and daughters, Delaney and Ashlyn. His true to life characters come to life in epic thrillers. Eric's novels, short-stories, stage adaptations and poems showcase his unique style.