The boy keeps his head down,
his guard was gone.
Yet he's not giving up,
a glow begins to spark.
Each day was tiring.
Each day continues to drag.
But a call, a siren, is calling
and he must follow it.
He's been torn down,
he's broke his heart many times.
The fire is glowing in his eyes
for he is not giving up.
Why give up when you went far?
Why back down and give in?
There's something out there, waiting.
They're waiting for you to come.
The siren continues to call.
He may get hurt again,
but he lives for the thrill.
He lives for the thrill of living.
He is no angel with pure wings.
Instead,he's a person with hidden glow:
the glow provides a will.
A will with a strong force to go.
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PoetryMini book on random things. I wrote most of these when I was 14.