The light shines vague on his face,
As he faces a desterted world,
Everyone abandons him,
Left in a state of oblivion,
Wondering why,
But he has nowhere to seek refuge,
Feels like his life is a mess,
With all the stress,
The world has no place for him,
What is the whole point?
YOU ARE READING
THE BOY ON THE BRIDGE.
PoetryThe weakest ink harbors the strongest minds. A collection of thoughts that will blow your mind. Some emotions laced herein are quirky, any similarity to real characters is just a mere coincidence*
