In Memoriam, Childhood of Matthew Randall Ackerman
He was oft lonely.
Treading upon dusty stones.
stones which eagerly encompassed soles
His heart became heavy and apathetic
agony became a close-quartered companion
His eyes turned blue from the baggage they carried
milky orbs submersed in torrential tears
The afterthought of tranquility left him drowning in wonderment
Condescending smiles. Leprosy of the mouth
slowly but surely, they were the cleavers quick at his heartstrings
Innocence torn asunder. Isolation pronounced familiar. He was not left unscathed.
Quiet. Idle words avoided. Peace.
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