Undone

He was quiet, vulnerable but persistent

Hazel eyes with a dash of blue in them, brown hair that swept over one eye

He might have fooled the rest of the world but certainly not me 

Broken, alone but firm

He didn't know where he was headed or what he wanted

His yellow truck parked in the parking lot spoke more than him

Ripped black jeans, white converse, navy blue shirt 

Head bowed down, hands crossed though angry filled his eyes 

He was no ordinary boy, he was a lost boy whom the world had deserted 

On a mission of vengeance, he'd lost all hope 

What was worse was that the place that he sat in thought they could help him

He'd faced pain, the kind of pain that people spent their lives running from

 All was lost, rage and hate were his friends, his family

Mysterious, confused but crying out for help

Boy got in his yellow truck and drove away in the scorching sunset

With a whole road in front of him, so many opportunities

Yet isolated from the humans of the earth

I could say that he noticed the simplest of things 

But what if he passed away, who'd remember him?   

Would the people at the center care enough to light a candle in his honour?

Head held high, eyes filled with an undersized sign of hope

Skateboard on the side, black vans, blue and white striped shorts, white vest top

The misjudged boy stood on his skateboard, skated til he wasn't in sight anymore

He's got a whole road in front of him, nothing but opportunities 

Though he wasn't fully healed, he realized that life went on and what happened can't be undone