A Story
. . .
In a deep, dark alley,
There lie a boy,
With nothing,
No family, friends, or joy.
He never comes out,
And watches everyone pass by,
Yet not one person,
Has said a "hello" or a "hi"
Sometimes he speaks first,
But no one pays attention,
It's like he's in,
Another dimension.
His only true friends,
Are me & a rat,
And everyday,
We bring food to the back.
Me & him,
We sometimes talk,
But not for long,
And away I walk.
People wonder,
Who he is,
But never takes the time,
To find out this.
Sometimes people ask me,
But here's my reply,
"Go ask him,
If you really wanna know why."
Sometimes I take them to the alley,
Sometimes they go by themselves,
If they start a conversation,
It would not end well.
The boy in the alley,
Sits in the corner all day,
Only when he's mad,
He shoos everyone away.
No one is really quite sure,
What his real name is,
And with all the rumors,
He gets quite pissed.
In the corner he lie,
Just awaiting to die,
People think that he is "stupid"
But he's just an "average" guy.
In a deep, dark alley,
There lie a boy,
With nothing,
No family, friends, or joy.