Trusting Eyes Poem by Cody A. Buckmaster

Looking through his hopeful eyes,
At the dark and dreary skies
He is a trusting soul,
But he can’t even see the hole

Doesn’t remember the whips,
Or when the man made him slip
He worships that place,
With a smile on his face

The hits lash across his back,
Sounds of the awful smack
Scars are hidden by the shirt,
But he doesn’t know he’s hurt

Other kids point and laugh,
As he enjoys his world of math
They don’t know the horror,
Of the following mortar

He does as he’s told,
And he still gets a shoulder of cold
Alone in the deep, dark dungeon,
But knows he’s not done in

Knowing one day he will be free,
Holding the lock and key
As long as he is filled with care,
He will one day get there