Color Blind Continued
A state of ignorance, no ambition,
They have material dreams but pay no attention,
To that boy with scares on his arms,
That no one noticed, there was no alarm.
Maybe next time it will work,
Maybe next time he'll be alone when the enemy lurks.
The voice inside repeats the words that hurt so bad,
They don't know what it means to truly be sad.
Copyright © Emily Schaffer | Year Posted 2013
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