The Little Boy

Through the dark air, and foggy sky
a little boy sits and begins to cry

sitting alone in his aunties back room
he starts to contemplate his doom

during childbirth his poor mother died
growing up he thinks of how his daddy cried

until he was 4, when his daddy left to
he hung himself out the back. he found him all blue

he went so far without any love
he was sick of his cousins, always having their shove

picking on him, teasing him so
telling him to die, telling him to go

this night was just like all the rest
he was by himself, in his own little nest

his cousin come up, and called him some name
made the poor little boy feel only shame

and even at only twelve
into his mystical mind he would twelve

tonight was the night all would change
when they found him in the morning, he looked so strange