In the depths of his weary soul,
Lies a boy, fragile and lost,
Bound by wounds unseen,
In the labyrinth of his past.
A child, once filled with wonder,
Now cloaked in shadows deep,
Haunted by memories untold,
In the silence where secrets keep.
Innocence shattered like glass,
By hands that should have shielded,
Leaving scars upon his heart,
Where trust once brightly yielded.
The man he longs to become,
A phantom in the mist,
Veiled behind walls erected,
To guard against the ache persist.
For love, elusive and fleeting,
Echoes in his broken dreams,
He seeks solace in the darkness,
Where his inner child silently screams.
He yearns for healing touch,
To mend the wounds that bind,
To embrace the boy within him,
And soothe the turmoil of his mind.
Yet shadows linger, relentless,
Their weight a burden to bear,
As he navigates the labyrinth,
Of despair and silent despair.
He wonders if redemption awaits,
In the arms of understanding,
Where compassion meets his sorrow,
And heals the wounds expanding.
For in the depths of his sorrow,
Lies the hope to be made whole,
To reclaim the innocence lost,
And awaken the man within his soul.
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