Opinions and Thoughts of LightHouse Dann Verner - Just as he is!

I cry at night. I cry during daylight hours, also.   But my daylight tears are dry and concealed by fake smiles and forced humour.  My nighttime tears are lonely for they escape while no other person is near.  They are like tiny fugitives sneaking from my eyes,  burning pathways of despair and shame. Leaving damp roadways of pain and guilt as they trickle down my face and splash painfully onto my chest to form a tiny pool of anguish in the indentation directly above my heart. Since my unplanned birth that fifth day of October, 1957, I have cried.  Are newborns aware of what their lives are to be?  Was I aware that my parents would nickname me "Boo Boo"? The constant reminder that my existence was a nusence. An unplanned mistake most likely the result of intoxicated fueled lust. Did infant Danny know that day that he was not wanted?  That of the three children of Mr. and Mrs. H.Verner it would be he who would be tossed to the wolves ...