A boy sat
Alone and quiet
Wishing he wasn't there
For he did not want
Such trivial things
On that his soul was bare
Instead dreams
Do torture his mind
With ideals never to be achieved
If only he
Could meet his kind
They could travel to lands
Never to be believed
Mysteries, monsters
Or games of delight
And even sometimes
A terrible fright
This joyous adventure
Is what could be had
And then, only then
Would the boy be glad
Until next time - ☔
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When Rain Falls
Poetry"When rains fall And shadows crawl That's the time I hear my call A random word Is all I heard Now I write With emotions stirred" That poem essentially describes how I write the poems in this book. All of the poems are mine. Also the poems get bet...
