it happened few days ago
When I had a phone call
It was khaled, my eldest bro
Saying:"i knew he will fall!"
.
Me talking with my brother on the phone:
I fleetly asked him why
His voice sounded eerie
"Did someone I know die?"
Eyes eas'ly got teary
.
I was hanging out with my friends when I had to leave. While running straight to the mall (my dad and bro were shopping) I saw a little lad drawing on a wall:
I left the guys on the sidewalk
And ran fast to the mall
A little boy with a chalk
I saw; drawing on a wall
.
Weird was the way he got me
Amazed by his masterwork
I sat under a small tree
Wondering what hides that smirk
.
when I got closer
His smile faded away
He looked like a loser
That has nothing to say
.
I dared to ask the boy
"Why your smile you hid?"
Said, like a joyless toy
"I'm a fatherless kid.."
.
The scene has taken me far:
"What if I'm the next one?"
What if my guardian star
Had to leave its soled son...
.
A lot, my parents me gave
'Raised me from cradle to grave
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Hey guys, so this poem were supposed to be published in my other deleted book "the wise man" but for some reasons I had to publish it in here.
This is a story that happened to me years ago, hope you like it.
Thanks fornthe support guys (:
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