Little Boy Part 2

Little Boy feels detached.
From everything.

He treads carelessly
down that path.
The noises that deafens all others,
he hears them not.
He is,after all,
detached.

Not only is he oblivious to his surroundings,
he does not even bother
with his physical well-being anymore.
Little Boy no longer feels.....anything at all.
His heart...
locked deep within his soul,
or it might've been lost,he knows not.
All he tastes nowis the bitter feelingof loss.

He tries to remember the Old Man's words.
He recalls them, vaguely.
But all he hears nowis the screeching regret
that ravages every fibre of his broken body.

'That's all i am now,'
Little Boy thought.
'A broken body
with a loss cause.'

He looks down at his own feet,
mildly surprised to see
his marvelous dancing feet
are so laden with cuts and wounds,
obtained by walking that jagged road.
He does a little jig,
but stops abruptly.

Pain.
White hot pain.
Memories of old,
hits him hard in the guts,
racks him with undiluted guilt.
Little Boy drops,
tears of frustration,wells up.

How long Little Boy
sat there,
he can't even fanthom.
All he knowsthat it is too late
to turn back.
Turn back to the days of joy and dancing.
There is only one way to take.
On.

On,
to that deep abyss.