So this is a poem I wrote about 4 years ago and just dug up, enjoy!
Uncontrollable. They Storm.
Gathering together again, they sigh.
Such a tedious affair to be had
But they hug each other goodbye.
Collecting under familiar terms
all filled with the same despair.
None ready for the expedition
Though they've had time to prepare.
Seldom will they live to see
the beauty that lies below,
To become attached is forbidden
for one day he will say no.
They pour to the border
All grief racked and stricken.
Some take the leap of faith
They crowd begins to thicken.
Rolling down to caress
the unknown takes shape,
their life etched, scars form.
No one will reach the nape.
Their paths are swiped away
Brushed with the back of a hand.
Their presence will be remembered,
for as long as he can stand.
Holding his broken faith
the boy still wonders why.
He vows to show no weakness.
So no one sees him cry.