The boy with the life split in two
Chases the dreams down each magic road.
Pressure increased until his life diverged.
One boy with knick knacks crammed in
His pockets. Exploring the woods looking for a
Friend. The other boy made of smooth wood.
He longed for the oceans, but trapped in leaves and
branches, he could not go. This tale, of which I
was suspicious of its truth, is passed from each generation. I
Had to know and with a brown bag, I took
The step off my porch. Discovering the woods, the
Shadows danced. Plunging purposefully, I spotted one
Of the boys. It can't be. He sat, made of wood, but no less
Real. Another boy soon came, looking as if he traveled
By water. I left the brothers and walked on by.
YOU ARE READING
My Short Stories
Короткий рассказJust a collection of short stories that I wrote in Comp class. Out of all the stuff I've published, read this. I'm actually proud of some of the things in here.
