So Long Ago

70 years have gone by so fast, I look back and wonder what has happened to that boy with the dark brown hair to the point of deep ebony, The boy with deep azure eyes? His hair has faded; it no longer looks so real, His eyes; they no longer glow in the dark, And he only exists to himself in his own realm. He walks day after day to the green marble stone that lay among so many endless graves, Careful not to step ontop of anyone, For fear of knowing too many untold secrets. He doesn't cry because he doesn't care, He never really did, It no longer matters. The rain that endlessly cascades from the clouds above peacefully glides down his face, But he doesn't mind that either, He is used to endlessly rainy days. He wonders in his own mind why things turned out this way. Was it his fault? No... it can't be his fault, He always finds someone to blame it on. As he starts to walk away he turns back only to glare at the stone that sits upon the grave, Never meaning to be angry but inside he is enraged, For whose name is put upon that stone is too well know for his liking, And after stareing at it for a long time he returns to the white darkness he has lived in for the last 55 years, All alone... he no longer exists. Written November 20th, 2001 © on Nov 20 2001 10:37 AM PST   18 • 0 • 10