Marked

A notebook of unfinished stories
A mindful of unfinished thoughts
A good deed, left in the shadows
And the thief that never gets caught

A mother that never wanted children
A daughter, just trying to shine
A new day races the runner
As she falls before the finish line

A dead dog lies in the road
A child counts at the stars
On a day when everything means nothing
Even the new souls are already scarred

Two eyes, deep and downcast
Hurtful words trigger angry sparks
Just try and shrug it off,
But even soft lead leaves a mark.