I see this kid today
In the heart of the city
He says he’s eighteen
But he looks much younger
Hell, everyone looks younger now!
As we sat on the curb talking about skateboarding
I notice the words, Let Me Die
Carved into his forearm
There were also
Diagonal lines cut underneath these words
Red and puffy
The pre-infection stage
They were standing in a row
These lines
Like little toy soldiers
Ready for battle
Though
I’m not sure if their host
Their canvas
Realizes how long of a battle it might be
I know for some of us
It seems to never end
He starts talking to another kid about cars
I sit watching the traffic light change colors
All while memories go by
Dance in my mind
Like a Jester for a king
Memories of when I was his age
Memories I’ve never forgotten
Even if I’ve tried
This poem is from my book : Petals Falling
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