He Didn't Know

He doesn't know what he's doing
He doesn't know who he's hurting
He just keeps on walking towards the door

He was raised this way you can't blame him
His father raised him this way
This is what he believes is right

His chest hurts, its constricted
Barely breatheable, but he proceeds to enter
The coffee shop is awful full this morning

He takes a seat by the window
He gazes down the street at his father
His father smiles and nods very gently

He closes his eyes flooding with anguish
Not of those around him is he hurt by
He doesn't know if this is right anymore

He presses a button
Noone screams in the place
There is no time to scream

His father gazes pleased by the light of the fire
His son has accomplished what he was raised to do
This is a moment for the family

But as the boy's soul rises
He doesn't know where he's going
The rest are headed somewhere else

He goes down and sees a devil
Why is he here? He did Allah's bidding!
He did what Father told him to do!

But he is here forever now
Why didn't his father tell him?
He simply didn't know



my first poem....ehh