'a poem unwritten' - Original

"a poem unwritten" -alternate version

this is a poem unwritten
told by a father who still exists
it's about a boy no longer
and a town that fell asleep
the boy broke the cycle
and ended the piercing silence
he fought with his life
so the people may live longer
but the father was left alone
and now he has a body to bury
this never should have happened
but this is a poem unwritten
told by a father who still exists

that day in class
the boy didn't pay attention
as wrote a poem unwritten
when the boy raised his head
looking for an audience
he found a violent silence
when he raised his hand
to show and tell his poem unwritten
no one listened, no one looked, no one cared
so once more, the boy hid his face

at lunch that day
he cowered mechanically
as sneers and jeers rained
when he raised his head
to find a friend
he found no such thing
when he raised his hand
to share his pain
no one listened, no one looked, no one cared
so once more, the boy hid his face

that night in bed
he fell asleep
to the lullaby of screams
when he raised his head
he found the secret place of dreams
in this brief escape
he basked in the glory
that he could create
when he raised his hand
to touch the princesses face
no one looked, no one listened, no one cared
once more, he hid his face

that night in bed
his father's stench woke him
as the fists began to fall
when he raised his head
to shout for help
he found everyone asleep
when he raised his hand
to protect his face
no one looked, no one listened, no one cared
once more, he hid his face

that night in his fathers study
he rewrote the poem unwritten
and put it on his fathers desk
when he raised his head
looking for anyone awake
he felt the cold muzzle on his face
when he raised his hand
to finally escape
there was a smile on his face
and with a bang, the pain fell away
but no one listened, no looked, no one cared
yet the boy could not hide his face

that morning his father awoke
to the smell of gun powder and smoke
his hangover was misplaced
as he raced to his gun case
when he raised his head
to count the guns that remained
he saw the poem unwritten
just as his son had left it
when he raised his hand
to wipe the tears from his face
he saw the blood on the vase
he called for an ambulance
and everyone listened, everyone looked, everyone cared
but it was too late to hide the boys face

laying behind the fathers desk
was the boy with a smile on his face
for everyone had listened, everyone had looked, everyone had cared
but all they could hear was the trickle of blood
and all they could see was his missing face
yet their care was met with a smile
a smile on the boys face
the boy smiled for his tale had been told
scribbled on the note that everyone read
were these few simple lines of verse:

this is a poem unwritten
by a boy who doesn't exist
it's about a knight in shining armor
and a princess in a golden gown
he slayed the dragon
and saved the kingdom
he rescued the princess
and carried her down the ivory tower
they got married
and lived happily ever after
but that never happened
for this is a poem unwritten
by a boy who doesn't exist