Johnny
“ …There’s a crack in my ceiling and from there the rain pours. Every time I try to fix it, it only goes worse. There’s a crack in my ceiling and from there I recall, The first time I saw it when from my eyes tears did fall.” This poem had become the story of his life and it went back to when he was seven. His name was Johnny. Pure and sweet his heart had been before the maid and his uncle drained out the purity from him. Only a little boy was he, but the maid had her way with him. She swore she’d buy him candies if only he’d keep her secret with him. Only a little boy was he when his uncle had his many ways with him. He swore he’d kill him if he’d say as little as a hmmm. His daddy had no idea for he was too busy to even read the unwritten that Johnny wrote. His mother would never have guessed for she trusted her brother and the maid whom she did dote. This is the story of Johnny, a boy who had but one need. He hoped, prayed, wished to be heard, spared and n...