Good Kids.
In the middle of nowhere,
I am there.
The forest and tree branch
an eye appeared.
A pupil dilated
deeply, once,
not from emotion that shown
but one that
did care about me, watched me,
smiled well.
"good child", it said with love
Not yet mad.
I smiled, that gave us hope.
"Not yet", I said.
Words are good at first, but
Lies not.
The eye disappeared more, then
But still loved
Though cruel, still stuck with tears
Even when I,
Dead,
Still loved.
I, gone,
Gave up.
You? Stuck?
I helped many from the eye.
They were good,
but they, trapped like me.
So I help you too.
