The Boy Who Had No One - True Story

There was a boy
A few decades back
Who searched for light
But only saw black

The youngest child
Never the favorite of the lot
His mother beat him
Whether he was bad or not

The metal dogs lead
Hanging on the back of the door
Would leave him crying
Bruised on the kitchen floor

At school he stuttered
Whether a medical problem or fear
The kids teased and beat him
Year after year

Somehow he kept breathing
He needed to survive
Though it didn't matter to his Mom
If he was dead or alive

When he was about six
His uncle came to stay
He stayed quiet
And kept out of the way

But when he went to bed
His uncle followed him there
At first the boy thought nothing …
Until he felt hands loosening his underwear

He froze in fright
Panicked tears falling now
He screamed and screamed
He had to get away somehow

His mom surely heard
But she chose to ignore her son
He truly knew that night
He meant nothing to anyone

Three years his uncle played
Three years he cried alone
Beaten, starved, nothing
But bruises on bone

When he reached his teens
He found his mom one night
Laid on her bed, unconscious
It was a sick sight …

The empty pills bottles
Scattered everywhere
He dialed 999, something inside
Still found a reason to care

When he visited her
In the hospital, she simply said:
'I hate you for this, you aren't my son
I wish to god you were dead.'

© Copyright Sharon Ardern 2005

* True story, about someone I know. Every word is true, sadly. His mom knew what his uncle was doing, and didn't care.