A Sick Child Poem by Nadim Lost Soul

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A breath of new air.
A blessed child
With marbles in his hair.
A gifted treasure or maybe just a gift.
Who can be crushed and loved with only one kiss.
A fragile soul with a spirit of lions.
A disconnected hart with no guidance.
Walking to his purpose but chased by dogs.
A handicapped child who says it’s not my fault.
Tears in his hand waiting to condense.
Hoping for a normal life, just for one dance.
He smiles to the truth, but prays for a lie.
He looks to heaven to find god in the sky.
He evokes Eden because he knows he going to die
And everyday he asks god: Why? Oh Why?