He walks alone
Down a dark hall
Hoping for some light
The hall ends
At a door
Shut tight
He stands in front
Wondering if
He should open it
It reminds him
Of the day his mom
Left him alone with his dad
He hears yelling
Reminding him of
How his parents fought
He still stands
In front of the door
Thinking and remembering
He cries
Missing his much needed
Mother
His father
Turns to drinking
Leaving the boy to fend for himself
The phone rings
One silent night
He reaches to answer
His mother asks
For his dad
She has the papers
Dad isn't home
Yet
He explains
He notices a light
Coming from the door
He wonders
Grabbing the handle
He feels a spark
Of energy
He smiles
Turning the handle
Slowly
He opens the door
To what looks like
A wall of light
Hesitantly
He enters the door
Getting covered by the light...
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Poems From The Mind-COMPLETED
PoetryJust a bunch of random poems about anything that comes to mind. Completed.-editing at the moment but completed. please tell me if there are any speller or grammar mistakes. Thanks. Book 1 of Poems From The Series
