Willie The Woeful Wall Poem by Natalie Macias

One day his father gone
The next his mother
Paint chips away like memories
One memory was of his brother

He stands still like a statue
Until in creeps night
Trying not to break
But losing the fight

Hes woeful like a still wall
Stands still and likes to pretend
Thats his days are still happy
And this is not the end

Hes a faded bland wall
A sheet of paper never used
A work of art never admired
A broken light never fused

An upside down smile
A colorless wilted flower
Trying to take from, sun and moonlight
To stand, some power..