To Be RememberedA Poem by EmilyHe always wanted to be remembered. He always wanted people to know his name. He was the boy who played with fire. He was the boy who watched the flames. He thought the house was empty. He thought no one would care. He had started the fire, He had watched it burn.
It was his fault it had happened. It was his fault they had died. Then he saw what he had done. Then he realized he had killed someone. So on the charred steps he sat. So into his palms he cried.
He had wanted to be remembered. He would have his wish. He did not notice the old woman. He did not feel her gaze.
She saw into his soul. She saw he had meant no harm. She granted his wish to be remembered. She granted his wish though he would never know of it.
His pale skin turned to marble, His green eyes to jade. His black clothes were now onyx His auburn hair was now bronze. His tears were sparkling diamonds. He became the statue of the boy crying on the stairs. His body precious jewels. His soul no longer there.
No one knows who he was. No one knows why he was there. No one knows why he cries though they see his tears. No one knows what happened. No one knows his name. But everyone who sees him always comes back again. Because he is the one to be remembered. © 2010 EmilyReviews
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EmilyNYAboutI just realized that I haven't updated my about me in two years. A lot can and has happened in those two years. I am now twenty years old. I haven't gotten through college yet but I plan to. Unfortuna.. more..Writing
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