Title: Owen
Today I met a young man.
His age only thirteen. He's beautiful inside and out. Though he's treated with doubt.
He's not rotten but his life is three or four times that. Give or take a little horror. His godforsaken father left him as a baby and his mothers isn't over
Owen.
Beautiful and overlooked Owen.
Owen
He looks at everyone in a pleading way. So much to say but nothing comes out. Outsides shy but insides much different.
He's not rotten but his life is three or four times that. Give or take a little horror. His godforsaken father left him as a baby and his mothers isn't over
Owen
Beautiful and overlooked Owen
Owen
Quietly screaming. Just wanting to break away from this cookie cutter world.
All he wants is to live, live like hes gonna die tomarrow.
He's not rotten but his life is three or four times that. Give or take a little horror. His godforsaken father left him as a baby and his mothers isn't over
Owen.
Beautiful and overlooked Owen.
Owen
Don't touch me mom. I'll scream again. And you don't want the neighbors to hear, do you?
(slower)
They found him in a creek, uncontious.
Alive he was but also dead, he escaped. It took a while to eventually drown. his mother had fled for she was the cause.
He's free now gone with the wind. Destine to return an angel.
His classmates cry and one girl screams his name in her sleep.
All the while he sprouts wings and lives in a place where he is accepted. Only one person and the priest is at his mourning three weeks after. She cries into his cold dead body. The thirteen year old girl loved him. Someone loves him.
Someone loved him.
She could never sleep well after that. She visits his grave regularly. She swears she's seen his angel. She isn't over. And her son Owen lives on.
