There was a boy,walking alone
The wind hitting his hair
As he clutches his phone
Wishing that life could be fair
But he was no fool
Despite his young age
Knowing full well how life can be cruel
Still stuck on the same page
His eyes grow weak
His legs start to crumble
Sleep is the thing that he seeks
As he starts to fumble
He reaches the ground
Pavement on skin
Fearing the absence of sound
As he recalls his sins
So he shuts his eyes
A world of gloom
Recalling his lows and highs
Wishing he was back in his room
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Random Poetry
PoetryA book where I desperately attempt to write semi-decent poetry,whenever I feel like it of course,like most things in my life unfortunately.
