This poem is a metaphor.
The crying tires,
the shattered glass,
it all happened,
so very fast.
His life it flashed,
before his eyes,
his life always swaddled,
in set ups and lies.
No direction,
for the good,
he just wanted a life,
that was nurturing and true.
The boys confused mind,
was searching for love,
It was something he,
could never find.
She always loved him,
so she claimed,
everyone else,
was...
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