Never

The moment had come  
as I hid in the weeds  
alongside the alley  
that ran through the town,  

where other lost boys  
don't know nothin' else,  
their skinny scab knees  
and dirty brown faces.  

'Come. Come. Come!' I heard said
from the voice overhead,  
with a blithe look of boy
watching mischievously.

I sniffed at the breeze
that carried his scent
remindin' me of
earth pies and tree bark.

As he took my hand  
he raised me so high,  
then more higher still  
till we started to fly!

Where were we going?  
I sure didn't know,  
but I wasn't scared,
not ever again.  

There couldn't be worse  
than where I came from  
for any lost boy  
who never goes back..  

Don't know where I'm goin',  
and don't really mind;  
acceptin' tomorrow,  
and not yesterday.  

I've taken the dare  
as I close my eyes  
to make me a wish  
and soon I'll be there!



Entered in a DUP competition.