Little Jamie spoke today Which is against the rules Soon his daddy will make him pay Blood paints the floor No screams Not a tear A heart that holds a thousand fears Learned not to scream When no one came Not to cry When others turned away A little boy who wants a tender touch Some one to hold him when life became too much But life didn't work that way A fateful night he was made to pay For an imagioned sin Wisked away into the night Little Jamie won't pay no more.
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Posted: May 2012
About this poem:
Jamie was my best friend but was killed a few days before his 14 birthday. I wrote this to try and help the other jamies of the world.
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Phil.