When he was only a child,
He dreamt of flying.
He let his imagination run wild,
He never knew he was lying.
The stories he told,
Were filled with magic and the supernatural.
They started to grow old,
And people told him to be practical.
With every put down and every harsh word,
His soul grew weary and his voice fell silent.
Inside he was screaming, but no one ever heard.
As he got older, his actions grew violent.
Once he saw what he'd done,
He ran away crying.
He grabbed hold of a gun,
And remembered his dream of flying.
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Shattered
PoetryPoetry helps us connect with others who feel as we do. It brings us together and reminds us we aren't alone. This is a book full of poetry I've written; I hope it reminds you how you aren't alone in whatever you're going through. Stay strong <3 ***T...
