On Being Tiny

A tiny soul belongs
In a tiny body
A soul that’s been ripped
And damaged
Full of years and tears
Belongs in a body
That’s been drained
And malnourished
Sacrificed to a greater power
Than the waning command of
The soul
Sunken eyes and
Sallow skin
Shows them all
What lies within
Protruding ribs
A stegosaurus spine
All just hint
At what’s inside
Skin and bones
And baggy clothes
Raccoon eyes
Are desperate cries
For someone please to give a hand
To a soul too weak to stand.


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