From a young age,
The little kids had ignored me,
I remember specifically,
Taking a handful of sand,
And throwing it into the other boy's eyes,
My brother had done it so many times,
I knew exactly how to do it,
How to cause agony and pain within the weak,
Phil was the little boy's name,
He had taken my toy truck,
Why wouldn't I remember it?
The tears that filled his blue eyes,
The way the teacher moved so swiftly across the room,
How she pulled my little hands from their overall pockets,
To see the sand covering my tiny little fists.
My mom had been so disappointed when she heard,
That night I went to bed with no stories.
Years went by,
Little boys transformed into men,
I got a job,
I make millions of people smile and laugh every day,
And I found a best friend,
His name is Phil.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
The Flavor of Poetry
PuisiI recently found out that I LOVE writing poetry! This book will be filled with all sorts of poems. Don't be afraid to suggest topics for my writing in the comments.
