His eyes full of happiness,
Youth,
Joy and contentment.
He ran around the grounds.
Round and round,
Adrenaline filled him.
He flew high in the sky,
His intelligence showed,
His every move seemed so innocent.
Until then,
Huge skyscrapers of darkness,
Fear,
Uneasy and full of anger.
He charges through,
Papers flying high,
His pressure on his intelligence,
But he worked for the money,
He worked for a better life.
His eyes now full of regret,
His eyes hurt,
The youth that was once there had been snatched,
The happiness he once felt was sold to the devil himself.
His joy and adrenaline only came from the paper.
His head against the wall,
He stares at the Young, innocent boy he used to be,
Before the Regret,
Before the bad decisions,
Before the money.
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DelicatleyDeadly3
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darkened innocence - a poem anthology
Poésiea cluster of original poems about the dark wonders of the youth. I found these in my drafts and I decided to give them a publish. Be sure to read through and remember this is only for entertainment purposes. Xoxo, - DelicatleyDeadly3
