Saturday, 21 April 2012

What He Was/Is/Will Be

He used to draw,
He used to write,
He used to laugh,
He loved the light.

Now he’s nothing,
Hidden in the dark,
Crying with pain,
His back in an arc.

He will be happy,
He will be sad,
But until then,
He’s nothing but bad.

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