A Thought

Awaken by the sounds of beeps
Young sir does not recall
Because his memories from him do seep
As passing through the hall

As surgeons rush to mend his shell
His mind begins to drift
And thoughts of pain in his new Hell
do indicate, young sir's received a gift

A new life brought to him
Below the new white wraps
No words can he speak to them
So lie he there, in their traps

His scarred life brought outward
As they stare upon their son
Who cannot see who they look toward
Because his vision grants him none

But none the less does he hear
The conversation taking place
Of a reality from mother dear
In which his thoughts erase

For when he hears the doctor speak
Of what's to come of him
Answers does young sir seek
And remember the cause of life cut thin

A blur at first was his thought
Of the Lights racing by
Hoping he would not get caught
As he makes attempts to die

He did survive this suicide
But only on report
He now waits for them to decide
To keep their child on support

For his body mangled in limp appeal
In restless sleep lay he now
With discussion of whether it is to steal
From those who themselves do allow

He quiet still, but sirens in mind
For he hears every word
But these conditions most unkind
Allow for the absurd

Parents lie over his body, motionless.
Tears fall upon his cheek
As mother gives his hair a last caress
His future does look meek

He feels his soul abandon them
In what their darkest hour
For they have now abandoned him
Because it in their power.

But our young sir allowed to leave,
Without a single phrase.
But always his thoughts have conceived
a little hope for praise

But instead of a bond between these three,
An arrow through their eyes
Which stapled them to shaded trees
Causing each to blind, behind their lies.

So now has father killed his son.
Although records show today,
The damage was already done,
A spirit withered away.