A little poem I wrote originally for a character on a WARRIORS Rpg site, but I liked it so much, I converted to Holes. Try to guess who it is! Apeciatar!
Black
silhouettes, violently cursing, throwing,
Creating fears and
scars,
Making dark memories last.
For all I got, is an
abandoned past.
His drunk mother; his violent father.
Like
the moon and sun,
A homicidal rivalry, feeding each other
words,
Of hate. His mind, forgetting to fast.
For all he's
got, is an abandoned past.
His mother
hated him. But he still loved her.
Four
kids of gray, making 'paintings' on the wall.
Heartbeats go
by as four become three, three become one.
Two boys, and a
shadow's cast.
For all we got, is an abandoned past.
His 'friend'. His friend that ratted him to the cops, but got in trouble anyways, one went to jail, another to Camp Green Lake.
One
boy, and a flickering shadow,
Cannot remember what was left
behind.
What was left in a world so large, so vast.
For all
they got, is an abandoned past...
He can't remember his father, his friends, his life. Who hated his drunken mother, who hated the way he had to live. The way he vandalized.
The way he stole that nice seafood from that Mediterranean restaurant…