Abase Boy Poem by Magod Scroef

In a place so low, where shadows creep,
There lived a boy, his spirit weak.
Dictated by others, he obeyed their will,
His dreams suppressed, his hopes distilled.

Abase boy, with eyes cast down,
His worth diminished, his spirit drowned.
They belittled his dreams, mocked his strife,
Yet within his soul, burned the fire of life.

He saw beauty in every whispered song,
He found solace in words, when all went wrong.
Abase boy, longing to break free,
Yearning for wings to soar and see.

Through countless trials, he endured the pain,
Seeking liberation, like a silent refrain.
He nurtured his dreams, held them tight,
Igniting his spirit with unwavering might.

With each setback he faced, his determination grew,
Transforming into strength, anew.
Abase boy, his spirit now unfurled,
Discovering the power within his world.

From the depths of despair, he rose with grace,
Embracing his worth, filling every space.
No longer confined by others' disdain,
He found his voice, and broke the chain.

His words became armor, his pen a shield,
Abase boy, with wisdom to wield.
He painted the canvas of his own salvation,
Brightening his path, with fearless dedication.

Now, this abase boy, no longer bound,
Inspires others, his voice profound.
He reminds us all, through his story's sway,
That even in darkness, we can find our way.

So let us not judge the abase boy's plight,
For within him lies a spark of light.
In his journey we find a universal truth,
That from the depths, emerges our greatest proof.