Light

Under the floorboards,

It is ignored,

A body, torn

Beaten and worn,

Under duress the stress of a mess

Made with the heart of one thought of less

He can't breathe or beat his chest frequently

So he takes his time to write out a rhyme and

Finds a shimmer of light through the grime

Shredding and shedding the tears were embedded

Until finally unbroken he becomes outspoken and shows the ones

That told him he wouldn't see light, couldn't have been right.