In shadows deep, a child lost,
In fingertips, a heavy cost.
Addicted to the touch, so sweet,
Yet loneliness, his constant greet.Hands that reach for what's not there,
Fleeting comfort, fading air.
In the silence, whispers ache,
Echoes of a heart's mistake.His touch, a craving unfulfilled,
In solitude, his soul chilled.
Yearning for a warmth, a grace,
But finding only empty space.Lost within his endless need,
To feel, to touch, to finally feed.
Yet in the darkness, he remains,
A prisoner to his silent chains.Oh, child of sorrow, lost and small,
May hope one day embrace you all.
And in the gentle light of dawn,
Find solace in a touch withdrawn.
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Dear diary 🎀
شِعرThis story is about a child who grew up, written in poems. Sexual themes, rape warning