Whispered words,
Constant beep,
Closed eyes,
Heavy with sleep
Still body,
Needles through skin,
A broken arm,
A bruised chin
A battered body
Lying still on the bed
A wrapped white bandage
Around the head
People crying
Surrounded the sleeping boy,
“Oh, the poor child”
Or, “he was played like a toy”
No need for pity,
The child’s alive and well
He lives in a dream
Where he lives so swell
“The child was so young,
He lived a quiet life.
But that all ended
When his body was pierced with a knife”
The room was so quiet
One could only hear the beep
and the low, even breath.
Nobody knows if he will continue to fight
Or end his journey with death.
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I normally don’t write like this but again, I just wanted to try something a bit different than before…
Tell me if it’s good or if it stinks, k?
P.S.
thanks for reading!
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99 Poems
Poetrya compilation of poems that i've written. it may be about love, hate, regret or any other feelings you can feel in a lifetime. these poems are poems written by a non-proffessional poet so feel free to comment/fan/vote or critique my works. and just...
