They Close Their Eyes
Regina Puckett
The young are small, helpless pawns
Hidden in quiet homes with manicured lawns
There’s no one to see their bruises or tears
Until they finally implode from pain and fears
But for now they crawl inside to escape home
Seeking a special land where they can safely roam
They close their eyes whenever life becomes too hard
So their tiny hearts won’t become bitter and scarred

