The dead boy

My mother is looking to me
with a opened mouth
she feels I am the loneliest person now
-why don't you leave me?
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I was a little blue boy
and a bicycle with same color
I had.seven years old
with some coins in my pocket
that were screaming
I've become naked!
*
Last night in a car accident 
smashed body's silence
and bones were calling me:brother!
*
Bicycle is pedaling slowly
i see my pocket in the grave
is my sister!
sky's picture on my name
written on a tombstone 
I will come back
if I can move the stone.
my sister is coming beside me
with a smile on her face
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I am looking to my mother
with a opened mouth
I feel she is the loneliest person now
-cause i can't leave you!

Reviews

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That s very hard and rough. Very impressive write with emotions what cannot leave me. Well done. I hope all is alright at your life. Keep writing. We need poets like you.