Dead Dark
He wore a black shirt to blend into the night
With black jeans and converse that fit just right
His hoodie pulled up to conceal his face
From a world that had given and snatched his place
He was dark and hidden in the shadows
Afraid of what it meant to become unraveled
He was tired of the pain, and everything that had been said and done
In a world of opposing powers he chose to be gone
So the day be chose to leave everything behind
No one would cry for his unlived life
Copyright © Ron Lll | Year Posted 2018
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