A boy walking
Saggy Jeans, red striped sweater
Hands in pockets
On an endless road
The buildings are white
Along with the sidewalk and the sky
He fills the clouds in
Black as ink
Step by step
Avoiding the cracks
As the people walk by
His head stays down
Never getting where he is going
Not knowing what he isn't getting
Never crying nor fretting
A boy walks along
YOU ARE READING
Nothing I can do...
PoetryThis is the collection of poetry that I've written over several months which I will be releasing in parts.
