A Little Poetry I Wrote...

A candle blew out,

darkness came,
a boy fled,
not heard nor seen ever again.

As time chimed on,
the boy was forgotten,
alone and lost,
the one who was forgotten.

The sun sets,
the moon reveals itself,
the boy sits there near a stream,
looking at his reflection.

Reflecting on himself,
pondering on the what,
that could have been,
lost in thought.

He wished,
he could turn back time,
correcting his mistakes and sorrows,
into long forgotten memories.