Where did you go

Kind of a true story about a boy at my school. Embellished by alot, only drew for inspiration.

The bravest boy I used to know

The kindest face in the crowd

Then one day you weren't there

I discovered you a day late

To late to save you

To late for a second chance

I never knew your story

Only how you used to be

Laughing and smiling

Then one day there was nothing

Just a blank scared face

Nothing but whipering patheticness

Where did you go

Reviews

[QC]

the only thing wrong is that you used "to" instead of "too."

you ask a very good question at the end of this poem. It makes me wonder where he went. What happened to him? You should try and make this into a short, kind of poemy story. i'd be game to read it. you could explore what happened and whatnot.

[SOUL LESS]

A very nice Question. Where did he go? Your only vice and virtue is simplicity. Vice in poems when powerful language creates awe in the reader. It's necessary.

Virtue...in more symbolic poems like the comedy in the mirror. There simple language is way more impressive.

SOUL LESS.