His life in foster

His life

He was a child who loved
In spite of all
Loved
Because he had nothing else
No one else
This was his life
All the life he had
And this person
This awful person was to be his life
Food
Shelter
Pain
Yes, pain
Awful pain
Integral to life, this pain
Integral to life, these feelings
These endless feelings
Until, finally, he could feel no more
Would feel no more
Anything......ever
He would survive
Because he had no way of not surviving
No way to simply die
This was the world
His world
God had somehow laid it down
For just a moment, so He thought,
And forgotten where He'd left it.