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Find solace in a touch withdrawn.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
