My Seed
What is the purpose of my seed
I worry about Tev, I do, indeed
He plays often, on his own,
But even surrounded he seems alone.
Where does he go when I loose his gaze
Eyes flickering as if in a maze
With only a frown still on his face,
Off he goes to his special place
There’s a brief look, and then one knows..
He’s slipping and slipping, and off he goes.
Will he ever be able to tell us for sure,
the thoughts and pain he must endure.
Silent, alone, in a world going by,
Until there is a cure, all we can do is cry…
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