The woods are dark and deep
But he's got a light
One that could kill him no doubt
But it burns and shines anyway.
So he continues onwards
Towards elation in the distance
Red and Green spots dance and sing
Beyond the white wooden fence.
The boy with the light beams
Fond of music and color and joy
But his light flickers violently
Until it is gone.
And his hands ball up into fists
His cheeks stained red
And his eyes bloodshot
But everything else is gold.
YOU ARE READING
Silverfish
PoetryA compilation of written thoughts, poems, and short stories composed by myself
