A Collection of Words

Lost

A child
Playing with a feather
This feather is flawed
Sticking out in
All different places
And covered in dirt
Much like the child
Whose hair is a mess
And
Whose shirt is
Covered in mud
From jumping in
Mud puddles
From being in the rain earlier
His mother calls out to him
Yells at him
He's in trouble
And he knows he'll get hurt
So he runs
Away
He finds a field of flowers
He lays there for
A
While
Bees flying
Amongst the dandelions
But he has to go home
It's getting dark
And he can't find
His way back
He's lost
But
Did he ever have a home
In the first place?