In the Life - A Poem

Wild things once were
But are unfortunately nevermore.
A child who wanted fame
But was actually very poor.

He stood in his room
He sat on his throne
He spoke to no one
Knew he was alone

Sometimes he read
sometimes he drew
for all that was lost
there was never anything new.

He plotted to steal
And thought he could run
Until he realized
He took his dad's gun

Parents tried to help
They asked him to talk
He reluctantly agreed
And they went for a walk.

They accomplished nothing
Or so it seemed
Some parents they were
They could not be redeemed

They ended up gone
But not far away
For where they had went,
They would not see the day.

Neighbors wondered why they heard
Two knocks at about four
Those knock knocks they heard
Were gunshots nextdoor

Sometimes we get signs
We also get warnings
That boy took his own life
That very morning.