I saw him.
Running through the rain.
His coat drenched with water,
And his smirk sending chills down the spine.
He was vicious.
There was no way he was a sane human.
He had the eyes of a demon, and smile of a bastard.
I saw him.
As he ran behind that kid.
Who, just happen to fall down in the puddle.
Injured his knee and looked at me.
He knew I was there, watching.
I saw them.
A scene I shouldn't have ever witnessed.
Because I was also the caged soul there.
I felt sorry since I couldn't do anything.
He looked at me, that kid.
But instead of begging for help, he looked calm.
I saw that kid.
Maybe my age, but guess I can't say that.
Since I have been stuck here for a long time.
He looked at me with eyes filled with hatred though.
He knew that I was there, but it wasn't me.
He saw me. He knew me. He knew my death.
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There Was A Feeling
PoetryWhile so many things could've changed, I wanted to decide I'll always be the same. But why is it so difficult? ------- This book is the poetry book with poetries highlighting topics anxiety, depression, self-doubt, heartbreak and many more such fee...
