Once he was a shy little boy
Helping old people on the road
Giving directions to that blind man
he saw struggling
But with time everyone changes
And so did he
But to a point where he can
no longer be recognised
Led astray by circumstances
He struggles to get back
On the right track
But maybe he has been gone too far
To a point of no returnTo
The boy i once knewI hope you get back here
Where you belong
Next to meBecause i'll be waiting
Even if it takes forever
For the one inside to ressurface
~H.R
YOU ARE READING
In the middle of dark
PoetryA series of words i write at night... My pure thoughts when i stare out in the darkness ✌... I hope you like them all... And if you can relate to my poems.. then welcome to the club..