In a child
of a closeless mind,
his own heart shutters with no love.
His cold heart is filled with frozen tears of his lost.
Nothing inside but the rage of his own anger.
As the body lays on the bathroom floor,
and the guilt rushed into him.
The blood covered knife in his own bedroom wall
drips the soul of his own brother.
The sound of silence came in
and the screams fade away.
He can still hear his mothers words
'You will never be anything to me and never have anyone beside you! '
The child yells out to her
'I never did anything to you? I'd love you mom but now I know why you never took me in! ! You never had a life yourself. I hate you as much as my father! Goodbye mom I'll be there in hell.
He walks away from his own room
and grabs a 9mm gun from his father's cabinet.
But he leaves a note and it says
'my name is cal and the whispers still hant me there for I have to sleep with my brother
in the cold depths of my heart'
The sound of broken glass fall
and cal is now smothered in his mothers tears
Nothing Inside....in his closeless mind,
heart that shutters with no love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.