April 21, 2008
By Cierra Taylor, Littleton, CO

An invisible child
Who lived in the mild
Had his whole life crushed
And must hide in the wild

This is his story
A young man named Rory
Who fought for his freedom
His own quest to glory

As he opens his eyes
To look to the skies
His heart starts to pound
And he starts to cry

He knows what’s in store
And who’s beyond that door
A horrible fate
Nothing more, nothing pure

He runs and he jumps
And hides under bumps
Then seeks out his shelter
He’s still in the dumps

Inside of his mind
He just cannot find
Why he is unseen
And none are kind

So this is the end
For my dear friend
He fought for himself
Yet nothing did mend

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