uninterestingly,
he hangs himself in the name
of the greater good
the boy too
monotonous to have even
a proper name
simply known for written
poems too depressing to
attract the eye
and a stale personality:
why he stitched his lips
with silver threads
"we'll miss him,"
we shall all claim, despite
never having known
he'll be the new fad
for a little over a week, max
till no one gives a fuck
and by the second week
we'll be giggling again;
no guilt nor remorse
just a distanced memory
of the unspirited boy
who just simply was
how uninteresting...
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Poetry| 1st Place for Summer Sun Awards (Beginner's Firsts) | | 2nd Place for the Pinpoint Awards | | Finalist for the 2016 Awards | It matters not what people think regarding things you believe strongly in. Perhaps, it may even help to even spread...
