By: E.R Lori
Look Far
Look Far
Hither he comes
Smoother he runs
Look Far
Look Far
Snipe he says
Loose he lays
Look Far
Look Far
Colder it gets
Faster it hits
Look Far
Look Far
Stone he throws
Bone he breaks
Look Far
Look Far
Silence I know
White as snow
Look Far
Look Far
“Wait!” He says
Blood he sees
Look Far
Look Far
Frozen solid there it lay
Bloodied and coiled by the bay
Look Far
Look Far
Screamed he did
And screamed again
Look Far
Look Far
The boy then spoke his tone ahush
“There you say, a familiar face.”
Look Far
Look Far
He spoke again his tone cocooned
“On this I see a boy who’s me”
Look Far
Look Far
He himself lay there dead
Scarred from toe to bloodied head
Look Far
Look Far
And so he ran
And ran
And ran
Look Far
Look Far
And this boy is still seen
Again and again
Look Far
Look Far
Poetry