The little boy walked down the path.
He ran away from his father's wrath.
Soon, he found himself standing at a park.
He remembered he and his friend had made a mark.
It was somewhere in the ground; somewhere near a tree.
He looked around for it. Where could it be?
Finally, he found the mark hidden under a pile of leaves.
Thankfully, there were no signs of thieves.
The boy ran his tiny fingers over the line.
It was still pretty deep; that was a sign.
The little boy stood up and looked for his friend.
But he saw no one. His friend didn't attend.
The little boy stared back down at the mark.
He found it easy to remember the dark.
His father was not kind, especially not to him.
The nights were always cold and grim.
The little boy sighed. It all started when she left;
When his mother was taken away for theft.
That's when it all changed.
His things were suddenly rearranged.
His room that used to have plenty of things
Now barely had three pairs of strings.
Instead of a loving father, he got a mean one.
And there was nothing he could've done.
No, it was all in the past.
He knew it wouldn't last.
But that was the effect change had.
I could turn something good to bad.
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Random Poems
PoetryI always think of the most random poems when I'm bored. Some of them are actually good, so it would be a waste if I didn't write them down. I also think of them when I'm upset.
