Un-Found Poem by Colton Foltz

As the angles sing
A wonderful tune,
All I can do,
is think of you.
And what made us so true,
And now I'm all blue.

I've wore this shade
All year round.
Trying not to be found.
Hidden under the clouds,
Somewhere in the ground.

Pound, Pound
I've sank in the sky
And drown in the crowed.
Still, trying to be UN found.
Still, lying in a world without sound.
Spilling down, turn around
Still can't be found.