The Boy

This has a been a weekend of mixed emotions and I tried to write something new but found it very difficult. I am not seeing Luke for a few weeks and have found it really hard this time to say goodbye, so I thought I would use an old poem for tonight and upload a new one asap. Hope you like it. 
The Boy

One day, on my road, a boy fell down

He gashed his knee on the dirty ground

I helped him up and looked at his face

Which was worried and scared; a complete disgrace

I wandered his eyes; they seemed so cold

They looked unloved and very old

They’d known the horrors that not many could

And lived with them longer than anyone should

I dusted him down and pulled him close

But his faded eyes haunt me like ghosts

I never thanked that little boy who was blind

Because after he went he left something behind

A message to be held in my memory,

That there are some horrors you just can’t see…