Outspoken
A BOY
A BOY
He is a boy with no name
A boy with only a memory of the present as the past is as tangible as shadows in the dark
A boy who could not shape his future as it was ever-changing and never mindful of his presence
A boy who saw his smile turn to a frown that ran deeper than the veins and tunnels of the mine shafts that now riddle what used to be the face of his home
A boy whose tears turned toxic like the rain water that was once as sweet as the now lost and forgotten rivers of hope where dancing fish once lived
A boy who has to leave home because the once chirping birds have only left empty nests where thorns now grow
A boy