He was there,
Nobody special.
But;
He always ran,
Ran from
His past
His future
His present.
He changed
Or he thinks he did.
He wanted to prove
To them
That he
Is not
The one who;
Hid under
The bed,
Trembling
From the huge feet
That followed him,
That he is not
The one
Who hid from
His
So called family
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YOU ARE READING
Their Stories
PoesieThey are not always the people who they seem to be, sometimes there is a reason for them being who they are and doing what they do. This is a set of four poems describing the stories of the hero, the villain, the heroine and the villainess. It would...
