Ingratitude
My name is Lealyn, blessed by nature;
His name is Francisco, hated by fate.
I'm like the fairy in literature,
While he's the kid who is unfortunate.
Despite this, he saved me from my demise.
I thought overcoming death is absurd,
That giving up my parents may be wise.
He reached his hand to me when no one heard.
A blind boy who spends his day in the barn,
Is a guardian of the living beings.
We hid our abilities like a tarn,
Then revealed it to help our surroundings.
When they need us, we cure them on a whim.
When our deal has expired, I condemn him.
August 14, 2016
Type: Sonnet
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