Dear [insert pain here]A Poem by Percy Pound
The girl in the corner,
the one with the scars, hidden by all the bars she locked herself behind. The awkward boy who looks her way but doesn't know what to say, sees her wrists and in her head and is filled with dread. O God O God, who did this? She looks with troubled eyes, her iris milky and murky with doubt. She sees her new friend, a boy whose compassion seems to have no end, and loves how his feeling shows what he's all about. I did this myself; the scars make me who I am. He shakes his head and her cuts and bruises, and helps her write a letter to her captor's; telling them to put away the nooses. It reads as follows. . . Dear pain, it's been a long time since you've been on my mind. I meant to write, but it never did seem to be quite right. And dear Hate, I see you everyday, and all the bait you've set up for me. But don't waste your time, for I have been set free. Finally, Dear guilt You have been the base for all I built, but no tower lasts forever, and no power reigns supreme for long. So I have toppled all the cities and sacked all your villages. For it was my life you pillaged. And P.S. Life, I've gotten you're message, and i'm not impressed. "Another year older and I'll be deeper in debt?" Now, now, a life like that would surely end in regret. So no, I won't play you're game and end my life in shame. I'll go live among the stars, or the consequence is decomposing at the end with the rest, But I refuse, i'm putting my foot down. I not taking the test, because i'm exempt. I've found the light, and i'll use it to fight this evil blight. Save the others from themselves, and i'm gonna take that leather bound book of the shelf. © 2016 Percy Pound |
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1 Review Added on February 25, 2016 Last Updated on February 25, 2016 AuthorPercy PoundTXAboutHI. This is awkward; you found my profile... So...I enjoy writing, and I will admit that I like to write a lot of poetry. I might also be writing a novel... okay bye, or stay, if you want. Haha. T.. more..Writing
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