There was a story

A life that I know

The legions of brainy

Flocked down below



They were gifted

Yet they were cursed

A mind that was heavily talented

But wrongfully nursed



Yes, they have straight A's at school

And seems to be tracking the right way

But a machine with a missing tool

At most, they are looking for a needle in a stack of hay



The action of nature

Easily creates them a scar

A sensitive player

Of every life's war



They were great at concealing

Their collection of pain

You can't even see them crying

Even in front of the rain



If you only knew

What's the color of their mind

Closer to insanity blue

Playing with rope, knife and gun all the time



Simply alive because they flow with the wind

I hope this simple note will let the world know

Hugged every gifted child, truly embraces their brain

Thus the legions of brainy won't flocked down below



6-29-2016

Mysterious_aries