At the hollow base of a great pine tree, the mysterious black rabbit slumbers in peace
The stars above shimmer in the jett black night, the pine needles scatter the forest floor so dead in fallen defeat
A flock of bats fly across the silver moon, flying up up up like a wavery ballon
Causing a ruckus in the dead of the woods, a tattered little boy with scruffy brown hair weaves through the trees
He stops at the sight of the mysterious black rabbit, and drops to his knees crying
The rabbit awakes and sees the boy, "there, there young one, it will be okay, whatever has troubled you, you will find a way"
The boy looks up, "I have lost my way, There is no hope. I have lost my life, there is no hope"
"I will be your friend, please don't fret, we will get through this together! I will be that one blessings you won't forget. For sometimes there is that one hope you have yet to find"
The boy wiped his tears away.
"You're right, hare. Maybe I just haven't found my purpose yet. I will keep trying"
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Black Rabbit
PoetryThis story is about a boy in my life, about two or three years ago that tried to commit suicide, and turned his life around with the help of some unexpected friends in a dark time of need.
