My Little One

My little one whose tongue is dumb,
whose fingers cannot hold to things,
who is so mercilessly young,
he leaps upon the instant things,

I hold him not. Indeed, who could?
He runs into the burning wood.
Follow, follow if you can!
He will come out grown to a man

and not remember whom he kissed,
who caught him by the slender wrist
and bound him by a tender yoke
which, understanding not, he broke.

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Trust me, this is far from kind Rehab I don’t need All it ever makes me do Is force myself to bleed Blood, yes I am still human Blood, yes I still breathe.remarkable peice of wringandrevealing own mind in true and earnestway..i truely appreciate....10 read mine cry not...
Speaking about blood, I puke, it's gory you know? This piece of work isn't horrible after all, it was written in a proper way so that readers could appreciate its meaning or interpret in their own way. For me it tells about a girl being forced to do something she doesn't want to, she want to be free from something evil. She would rather bleed to death than to do something that is against her will I don't know if this is the right interpretation but that's the way I look at it. Verdict - well done. Thanks..
Wow thats pretty good better than mine?
Remarkable! for such a young age. What a talent?