If you are one who hates to shed tears...


This is not a poem for your eyes to read

This is not a poem of happiness
This is not a poem of hope
This is not a poem of light

This is a poem of shattered dreams
This is a poem of broken hearts
This is a poem of pure sadness

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There once was a boy whose name shall not be said
This boy had dreams and the motives to complete them
He was foolish enough to believe he could do anything

One day this boy came home to a tree
He starred at this tree with great interest
Wondering how in the world this tree fell on his house

Little did this boy know that tree was only the beginning
He slowly walked towards the tree and realized that was his home
So he walked to his neighbors house failing to take his eyes off the tragedy

The little boy knocked on the door with a smile on his face and said
"Can I use your phone to call my mom, there's a tree on my house"
Then he laughed as if this situation was humorous to him

When he finally got to the phone he was fascinated by it's old school design
Slowly he dialed his mom's number only to learn some heartbreaking news

His momma died moments earlier from a stray bullet
The boy dropped the phone and slowly began to back away
His eyes were widened in disbelief

The boy was so broken he could not cry
He walked away after that and disappeared
That fateful day was the last time that little boy was seen

Some say he killed himself and his body lays dormant at the bottom of the sea
Others say he is still alive alone in the woods somewhere
The truth is...

Tyler burned himself alive causing the biggest forest fire in history
Tyler was only eight years old
Full of hope now spreaded all over the world as ashes

Rest is peace young Tyler