Pain And Sorrow... Poem by Derrick Andrews

Is he happy or not.. he cant even tell,

Everyday he goes through sum new kind of hell,

Life used to be great but things really do change,

This new life of his just seems so strange,

He used to be happy, or so he thought,

That was long before his parents had fought,

After seeing the worst it can only get better,

Occaisionally he'd recieve a loving letter,

From mom, she tells him she misses him alot,

Attempts to make ammends with clothes and shoes bought,

You can fix a man's wants, but never his desire,

With no mother or father, your feeding him fire,

And fire does nothing but burn through his soul,

Until theres nothing left but ash and charcoal,

The remains of his spirit lay crushed and demolished,

His character and discipline remaining unpolished,

And for that he can only say youve done only the least,

You've changed a young boy into a soul-less beast,

With no one to live for, no one to love,

His pain screams out, to the heavens above,

But no one answers his pain stricken cry,

He longs for a solution, he chooses to die...