A teen sits alone in the window.
No one there...
Not a noise to be made except by the birds flying above,
the wind blowing through the trees and the fish jumping in the lake below.
The boy sits alone.
Clenched fist, fire in his eyes.
Yet questions in his heart.
The boy now on the roof lays back and looks for answers in the moon.
The pain of knowing no matter what he thinks, he could be right or wrong.
As the boy closes his eyes he feels the moon sitting next to him.
Mother nature laying on his chest.
Mother nature moves and dances with the moon almost like he and the one he loved use to.
It was kinda like music was being made by the birds flying high.
The fishing jumping in the lake below. All held together under the moon light.
Yet... The boy still sits alone
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Dreams Before Night
PoetryThis is a bunch of poems, thoughts and little stories I have and came up with.
