I walk the lonely path,
Trees watching me tread the coarse ground.
I pass by a bench and a few others,
Likely to be similar to me.
A boy with toys enjoying his time,
But he had no guardians,
Quite a curious one.
Another not much older,
Still without guardians,
Quite a lonely one.
I passed by taking note,
Each individual older than the last.
A boy hiding in the shadows,
Watching others from afar,
Quite an abnormal one.
Another watching him from farther,
Watching all and waiting,
Quite a distant one.
I walked the path further,
Finding each individual to get darker and darker.
Each one alone,
Each one hiding.
I came to the end of the path,
Where the youngest had stood,
He looked me in the eye and said.
"You were not supposed to be happy."
I looked up and saw a mirror,
Not a mirror though,
But a painting.
I watched as the colors dissolved,
And only a shaded lonely figure stood.
"This is you, because of you."
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Words to match a Rose
PoetryJust some poems I wrote, felt like it I guess. Fight me about it. #57 highest in poetry. :D Wooo! Hit them double digits! Picture by my friend Cynthia Bisby from work :D