The Boy With The TeddyA Poem by Sally HopeBecause my echo is the only voice coming back; shadow - the only friend that I have.THE BOY WITH THE TEDDY
A boy stands on the deserted road, his friend - Teddy - by his side. Wonders he: “What have I done, to be the one, to get left behind?” No answers appear, for nobody remains with loving arms open wide. No answers appear, for there are none to give - atleast, none that sound genial.
The streetlight flickers - a lonely guardian of the night; the boy’s confusion grows. Wonders he: “Why am I the only one who needs to lead his life, alone?” No answers appear, for nobody remains except he on the empty road. No answers appear, for there are none to give - atleast, none he hasn’t already been told.
The wind picks up speed - a lonely, piercing whisper; the boy’s eyes widen with fear. Wonders he: “What if I have lost each and everyone I have ever held dear?” No answers appear, for nobody remains to hear his silent tears. No answers appear, for there are none to give - atleast, none he would want to hear.
The monstrous trees shake their heads; the boy heaves a heavy sigh. Wonders he: “Will anyone ever look beyond themselves, and see me standing by?” No answers appear, for nobody remains to tell him it will be alright. No answers appear, for there are none to give - atleast, none followed by a smile.
The distant screech of worn tires on road: The boy looks up with hope. Wonders he: “Can this be the one last way left to take me back home?” No answers appear, for nobody stops for the boy standing on the road. No answers appear, for there are none to give - atleast, none he would want to know.
The long road still stretches ahead; the boy shivers and pulls his teddy close. Wonders he: “Will anyone ever stop for me, and offer to take me home?” But the answer was given, and the boy knew that: With his teddy, he walked down the road. Perhaps, he’ll reach his home by morning … But there’s still a long, long way to go.
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© 2015 Sally HopeAuthor's Note
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