He wakes up
In the middle of the night.
Screamin’ about.
Giving everyone a fright.
He’s asleep.
Not awake.
But with one difference.
There’s the pain.
His mum comes.
To hold him near.
But all he does.
Is fume out in screams.
His dad’s in.
Clutches him firmly.
It’s no good.
He keeps yelling; “Let me!”
Throws the flower vase.
At the window.
They just can’t understand.
His raging soul.
He takes the chair.
And hits his mother.
She feels so much pain.
How will she ever recover?
Then the boy.
Throws himself out.
All is done.
No evidence is left about
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