Poem #1 : Forest, or the Death of Romanticism

ForestThere was a boy, his name was Tommy.
For a while, he thought he was happy.

A beloved child and friend,
A handsome and smooth talking teenager,
Who believed he would always succeed.

One day, he realized he was a thinker,
A poet, a singer…
Beauty was no more a matter.

Alone, he would lie for hours,
In a forest, near some flowers.

His friends recognized him no more,
Even his parents would ignore
The lonely boy curled up on the floor.

He was a loner, a dreamer,
A helpless romantic.
He isolated himself deeper.

Once, he entered a forest,
And never was he seen again,
For his thoughts caused his bane.