Haunted Memories
Drops of frozen rain,
Falling against this window pane,
Has allowed my faded memories,
To haunt me once again.
Looking into his eyes,
And staring inside his soul,
I come across a boy who doesn't know his self anymore.
I ask this guy what's wrong,
What's the reason for all the tears,
He replies with a simple glance,
As he educates me about his fears.
This child that I come to know as Tom,
Had no place to go.
He never followed his head,
And his heart he did not know.
Only if Tom would have seen,
What I saw as potential that he had,
Never did this boy have to leave a world crying rivers of red.
I could have prevented that hauntful outcome,
Helped him live a life that he had not known,
But I,
To scared to speak up,
Allowed him to gain his wings and fly on.
Now I sit here with only the memories.
Memories that scares me with each passing day.
A crime that could have become non exsistant,
Only if I would have asked Tom if he were ok.
Don't ever walk away without helping,
A child who cries their tears of pain,
Or you would be sitting here on many countless nights,
Witnessing their river flowing as it rains.
Copyright © Jerrika Holmes | Year Posted 2010
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