the streets are quiet
uptown
the streets are noisy
downtown
where is the silence?
in the home of a boy
with broken glass eyes
galaxy cheeks
cupid's bow words
and vast thoughts
the words of Shakespeare
the work of Michelangelo
the hands of Marie Antoinette
the history made in a century
he stares
at the empty stairs
looking for someone
someone to understand
to help
to lend a hand
no one comes
no answers to his cries
and the devil
gives his demise
with the will to kill
eyes full of fire
the pits of hell
swallow the child
but no one hears
his cries and wails
he drowns
in the fire
alone
no friends
and there goes the boy's life
to the end
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bittersweet
Poetrycolorful and bittersweet poetry {lowecase intended... sometimes} {found picture on the internet, on Tumblr, please don't sue} ©bookbabere, all rights reserved.
