I knew of a boy who cried wolf
He was once a bright soul
Shattered by something he saw
That day
He screamed in terror as we just watched
His cries echoed by the utter silence and oblivion surrounding him
At first we were quiet, then we laughed
But we didn't like him much
So we ate into him if we got agitated
Took our anger out on him if we wanted
After all, to us
All he could do was cry
So the story goes
With no remains to bury
For the troublesome boy
That always seemed to be haunted
By the wolf inside each and every one of us
We didn't deserve him
May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 7:58 AM UTC
I knew of a boy who cried wolf
He was once a bright soul
Shattered by something he saw
That day
He screamed in terror as we just watched
His cries echoed by the utter silence and oblivion surrounding him
At first we were quiet, then we laughed
But we didn't like him much
So we ate into him if we got agitated
Took our anger out on him if we wanted
After all, to us
All he could do was cry
So the story goes
With no remains to bury
For the troublesome boy
That always seemed to be haunted
By the wolf inside each and every one of us
We didn't deserve him
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