Twelve-year old Maxwell Schollenberger was found dead in a home in Annville, Pennsylvania, in May 2020, where he had been starved, imprisoned in a dark room, and beaten for years. A child was deprived of everything; He spent his life in darkness, all alone; Without the love that from a heart should spring--- But he had none; a normal life unknown. They found his body lying on the bed, Covered in excrement, no clothes to wear; He was not sheltered lovingly, nor fed, And not a soul to give him any care. The room was dark, the windows boarded up, And not the semblance of a shaft of light; The only drink, a dirty plastic cup--- A bit of water, and no food in sight. For he was so deprived, his body weighed A fraction of what it was meant to be; His muscles never moved, he never played: How great the state of his infirmity! This was not but a day, but it was years That he was held, a prisoner of Hell; And no one cared to wipe away his tears: The very air possessed a putrid smell, And there he lived, if you could call it life. Day after day, year after wretched year, Alone in stinking darkness, a state rife With such abominations and such fear--- For he would cry and scream if someone came; He knew the source of all his hurt and pain. These demons from the molten pit became His torturers, and there he would remain In living, dying Hell! Oh, precious boy! You never got to live, to run and play! You never even had a simple toy Or got to see the brightness of the day! And as I think, what most surprises me Is that for twelve long years he lived somehow; He lay in dark and filth, in misery! Oh, how I wish that he were cared for now! For he was starved and beaten on the day, And he was at the end killed by a blow, Combined with body weakness, passed away: The only human contact he would know. At least it seems that justice will prevail, And these two monsters that imprisoned him Are now in turn imprisoned in a jail, Where I do hope their punishment is grim! Oh, dear, sweet boy, I do expect you know The joy of love now; with the angels bright You are abiding, where young children go, And such past wrongs in Heaven are made right! Theresa Rodriguez is the author of Jesus and Eros: Sonnets, Poems and Songs, Longer Thoughts, which has just been released by Shanti Arts, and Sonnets, a collection of sixty-five sonnets which has also just been released by Shanti Arts. Her work has appeared in such journals and publications as in the Wilderness House Literary Review, the Midwest Poetry Review, Leaf Magazine, Spindrift, the Shakespeare Oxford Fellowship, The Road Not Taken: A Journal of Formal Poetry, Mezzo Cammin, The Scarlet Leaf Review, The Epoch Times, and the Society of Classical Poets. Her website is www.bardsinger.com.