Jasper, The Beginning.

Small boy of five
Frightened
Scared
Hiding In corner
Closed eyes
Hands on ears
Still he hears
Slaps and screams
His father on his mother
Helpless he stares
In blank
Silently crying
Whispering prayers
To end it all.

A boy of ten,
His mother no more
It’s killing him
To be under the same roof
A murderer
His father?
Or a Devil
Penetrating him
And his soul
Weeping
In hushing tone
He prays
Oh lord
How much more?

A boy of fifteen,
His face agleam
Drunkard father
Threw him on the floor
Not crying now
Not anymore
He see her
His mother
He hears those
Her screams
Picking up the smashed glass
Killed the devil
Free was his soul
Blood on his hands
Freedom on his mind
Closing the doors
He ran
He ran
He ran
Till he reached the shore,

Run, Jasper
You have to,
In the darkness
He ran alone.

Waking up
In a shudder
A man,
Holding a gun
Fear in his eyes
Memories still haunts him
But he know
He did rise,
Away from the Shadows
Carrying a rose
With a Gun
He walks
People run
Still sometimes
Afraid of the dark
Still he walks
On a thorny path
He loves that child
On the street
Plays with him
Whenever he meet,
This face of that man
Nobody have seen
That five year old
Is still within
But
Fear now fears him
Yes
For he is now
Jasper, The Black Thorn Klein.

The Lost Soul.

PS: So this is prequel to my earlier poem, Jasper the black thorn Klein, my first fictional character. if you want to read the earlier one you can read it Here

So for a change This Lost Soul, Wrote something that’s not related to love. Haha. Hope you will like this.