POETRY: "Broken Desks" by ThePoeticEarth (Robert Drake)

(This is the link to the recorded version of this poem. Listen and read along. http://snd.sc/PfPHRc)

Allow me to introduce Sam,
Who cries feverently on his
Birthday in the back of Ms. Wilson's
Third grade classroom , enduring the
Insipid laughter that sound clashed
Against his earlobes , Ms. Wilson says little
Sam cries for reasons the others
Do not understand , as she removes him, effectively ridding her class of his "disturbance" but the depth of Sam's "disturbance" was far deeper than anyone could imagine , death was in Sam's tears,
Loneliness plagued his heart,
Judgement and ridicule occupied his
Thoughts , and cancer
Slowly consumed his lungs.
For his entire life, Sam has existed in a sea of tobacco, violently wheezing until his throat was sore, until his abdomen ached, until his only relief came in dreams where neither sight nor sound existed. And then there was Wendy, who's birthday was three months after Sam's who sat in the second to last desk in Sams row observing the cruelty of her classmates who were slowly and ruthlessly killing a little boy, she cried, for Sam, who had it better than she did,
at home bones break and glass shatter, bones shatter and glass breaks, for Wendy, Sam had it good, lung cancer would be her way out as her dad grabbed her by her waist and shoves his beer-tainted tongue down her throat while aggressively ripping off her hello kitty panties having his way with his little girl she cried, not for Sam, but this time for herself and for her dead mother who could not protect her from the events taking place in the bed she once slept in, she would wonder how could daddy betray her innocence as she kicked bite and screamed, daddy slaps her cheek, her screams muffled out by daddy's orgasm and bones go crack crack around the same time Sam goes cough cough his repiratory system is failing and Wendy's body and soul are ailing, he would bleed pain
Just as she'd bleed pain
He would cry death
Just as she'd cry death
He would look to the heavens and ask why?
Just as she would look into her daddies eyes and ask why?
And no answer would come.
As her daddy dressed himself
And prepared to cover his sins
In darkness
Sams lungs came to a stop,
Taken away in his sleep
Amist his dreams,
And Wendy, third eye open
Blood seeping down her cheeks
Taken away by her daddies
Devils, babies gasps are breathless...
It is Monday morning, in Ms. Wilson's
Third grade classroom. Two desks are tossed out accompanied with the words "out of sight out of mind" "and before we begin" says Ms. Wilson "Let's wish Wendy a happy birthday and for Sam to get well. now turn your books to chapter one."

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