Gabriel

 

Did they tell them

Just once,

That he was loved?

Did they hold them

In their arms,

And call him beloved?

Did they touch his face

So he could know

That he was real?

Pet his hair,

His cheek,

So he could just feel?

Was he alone,

Locked in

And locked up in his mind?

Could you tell him,

That you love him,

Have you even tried?

But in the end

He was on his own

When you murdered his life.

I hope you

Will suffer like he did

When you die.