staring of to the blue light sky
wondering why i havent crosed through
how i wished to enter the darkness
but i never thought i would
sitting there for nothing
i see something run across
i get closer to get a better look
suprized to what i found
a small little boy
about three years old
white as a ghost
cold to the core
tried to get closer
but it ran away
i wanted to ask his name
and where he had came
the boy ran off
but turned to see me
my skin felt cold and hot
his eyes so big and black
he had no mouth
he had nothing to be said
i never saw the little one
never heard from him again
he might still be around
give him a gift
and he will sleep in peace
wondering why i havent crosed through
how i wished to enter the darkness
but i never thought i would
sitting there for nothing
i see something run across
i get closer to get a better look
suprized to what i found
a small little boy
about three years old
white as a ghost
cold to the core
tried to get closer
but it ran away
i wanted to ask his name
and where he had came
the boy ran off
but turned to see me
my skin felt cold and hot
his eyes so big and black
he had no mouth
he had nothing to be said
i never saw the little one
never heard from him again
he might still be around
give him a gift
and he will sleep in peace
Author notes
In mexico my grandmother has this huge shelf full of toys, she puts one there every year to please the child or else it will get angry and no one wants it angry! so me and my brother were at her house and my brother saw something so we go and search for it and find the boy! we thought that was what my grandma was talking about.
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Comments
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we have a connection you and I for my very first experience as a young child was with a boy of about 7 riding a bicycle. We had a short conversation then he started to ride off in the different direction that I was walking. I turned around and there wasn't anyone there. I returned to the house and told my parents of the new friend I had just met. They had me discribe him, what he was wearing and what he looked like. Then they showed me some old family photographs and there he was. A cousin that had died before I was born. He was struck and killed by a delivery truck while he was riding his bicycle. Thank you for sharing your experience. Peace in light and love. Be well. Best wishes in life and the contest.


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Ooooohhh....
Spooky, lol....this is a really good write.....nd i think its kewl how you related it to your family......awesum....



