A BoyA Poem by MoebiaThere was a kid back in school, subdued and painfully shy, an orphan since young, and unseen by all eyes. He kept to himself, and never spoke much. Every time he was near someone, he flinched at their touch. A mysterious being, that boy was. When his death occurred, it was just before dusk. A normal day, it had been. A toasty fire, gram crackers and milk. The woods he was venturing, was not one to frolic in. Because at dusk, the curse would trap you in. He laid his head on the ground, resting his hands on his round stomach, and began to frown, for the loneliness was depressing. "I suppose I'll go now," he had once said. He scrambled to his feet, and marched towards the west. The woods held him captive, filled with sinister trees. The branches enclosed around his throat, disrupting the afternoon of peace. Through the struggle to survive, he realized his life was of no value. His father was murdered, living with a drunkard called his brother. Nobody loved him, not even his whimsical mother. He stopped fighting, and made his body stay still. He watched his hands shake, until he just went limp. Letting go of his breath, and watching the birds fly. Closing his eyes permanently, for the first time. Giving up on every chance, he had had to shine. "Goodbye," he whispered in such a solemn voice, for this was his time. He was leaving. "Goodbye." © 2011 MoebiaAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on February 26, 2011 Last Updated on February 27, 2011 AuthorMoebiaSomebody's Nosy, TXAboutI am no writer of the sort. These are my musings, my arts, my flutters of thought. Call them what you may--but a poet is not anything that I am. I have been immersed in my violin for nearly a deca.. more..Writing
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