A Peek Inside [ about his boy ]
by Mark Miller
I am in a dark place.
I look to escape,
But unseen walls contain me.
I hear a little boy crying,
But I cannot find him,
I cannot help him.
I start running,
Trying to get closer,
Trying to get away,
I am going nowhere.
I can sense his presence,
Reaching out to touch him,
Trying to feel him,
Straining to caress him,
I long to hold him.
I cry out for help,
But no one can hear me,
No one can help me,
I feel so alone here.
I have somehow failed him,
In some mysterious way,
I should not be here.
I must continue searching,
Whatever it takes.
I am in a dark place.
In memory of Timmy.
www.timmysgift.org
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