Little Boy Lost
By razorlicious
He walks home slowly, staring at the ground. Little boy lost, he wants to be found. His glasses hang off his nose, cheeks flushed red. A silent hope within now feels achey and dead. He kicks the gravel and the sun beats down. He never looks up and concentrates on the ground. Beads of sweat, his eyes just empty. God’s not willing to let him down gently. He wipes his forehead, still staring at the ground. Little boy lost, he wants to be found. His eyes once shining, now they are dull. The once-young heart now feels null.For Dave. Written July 17th, 2001 © on Jan 12 2002 02:55 PM PST 0 • 1
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"He walks home slowly, staring at the ground...."