The Boy 3
when the land calmed down
and its tears left town,
the boy’s story went on…
his tale continued:
“ Now the boy bottled up with fear
as tears were put into gear…
He closed is eyes in hope
that everything was a joke…
Morning approached
and the boy’s eyes weakly opened
to see he was in a room that’s dimmed
preventing light to be entered…
The boy slowly stood up
looking for some sup…
Quietly, he ran away,
hoping to find his parents on his way…
His search never stopped
even when the night knocked
on the day’s door…
One day, the boy found a piece of land
that was peaceful and out of sand…
It was across bays coated daily
with people walking nearby
There he sat below
the shades and the wind’s beautiful blow…
For days he sat there so sad,
engulfed with memories that weren’t so glad…
For his memories where the loss of his parents
in the wild storm accident…
By then, he feared to look at the sky,
for he’d remember the days of the ship’s sail lifted so high,
and the days he spent with the crew and his parents by his side…
Years passed…
The boy was never found…
But on a stormy and cold night,
news told about the boy’s fight…
The boy continued searching for some hope across an alley,
but all he found was a green valley,
that rest with serenity…
Yet, on a night like any night,
the boy closed his eyes and lost his sight…
For he died in the peaceful hands of nature
that embraced him with warmth and composure…”
now not only the land began to cry
but also the tale itself stop its cry…
and thus, the story of the young boy remains in the land’s breeze,
as they try to remember the times he sat near…
Copyright © Sara Zahed | Year Posted 2008
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