I wonder how that must have felt
A prodigy in it's finest
Now burnt in their famous flame.
The sparkly eyes that inspired
Now dull and dark, full of void
The energy that transpired
Now only a dream far from my grasp
The hardworker
Now burnt out
I wonder how that must have felt
Seeing your own child slip through the gaps
I wonder what is more terrifying
To see or be someone
Whose dreams turned into demons
The passion becoming a chore.
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The Wonders In Our Head
PoetryAll Oneshots and poems which came from the cryptic mind of a writer.
