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He disappeared many years ago
Not knowing how long he was gone
Hoped he could discover who he was
Just a name, maybe Peter, Harry or Don

Something happened, back in his town
Though he dare not speak of it now
Surely they’d think him a liar
After all, what did he know, anyhow?

Wandered alone, left to his senses
He tried to find a place
Somewhere, anywhere, the people
Would recognize his face

Seemed it didn’t matter who he was
No one paid him attention
He was afraid to ask the town folk
They exuded too much tension

Each time he got close to any of them
They’d back away in fright
All he wanted was to find out
Exactly what happened that night

Each time he got closer
It was always the same
And so he continued to wander
The boy, without a name

Whispered stories told today
Of how poor Jimmy was taken
Still send shivers down their spines
This child, who had been forsaken

Left in the hands of the devil
Those who simply felt no shame
A child became their human sacrifice
Known only as the boy without a name


Author’s Note:  In 2018, over 400,000 children were reported as missing or kidnapped.  The latest statistics available (that I could find) in 2011, reported half of all stereotypical kidnappings were sexually motivated crimes.  I pray these children are found safely, and not badly damaged by the evil that stalked them.
(Info came from The National Center for Missing and Exploited Children & the National Criminal Justice Reference Service)

March Writing Prompts – The boy without a name – Day 8/31

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