Reach Out

Reach Out

A Poem by Bryce Simonds

Darkness lies within his mirror,

Nothing much is getting clearer.

All he sees is what he hates.

All he wants is heaven's gates.

 

But heaven's gates won't open up for him,

Words to the big man made his chances slim.

So step right up, and take a jab.

So step right up, and take a stab.

 

Scars on the outside don't make him cry,

It's the scars on the inside that kill a guy.

 

Her words burn at his heart,

Her words tear him apart.

 

His home address was cloud nine,

Now it's near a hell sign.

Reach out for a holy hand

Reach out for a different land.

 

 

Reach out for a hand above,

Reach out for a hand of love.

 

© 2008 Bryce Simonds


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nice poem it has a lot of feelings... a person can easily relate to it...n please keep reading lol.

Posted 15 Years Ago


0 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I like it very well written!!! i felt that poem!! keep writing!!

Posted 16 Years Ago


0 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Absolutely amazing,
Made my heart melt!

Posted 16 Years Ago


0 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I LIKE IT!!!
wow. this is one of my favorites. you have grown as a writer. it shows. =)


Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

amazing, touching poem!


Scars on the outside don't make him cry,

It's the scars on the inside that kill a guy.



i love those lines!

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

what a beautiful poem, the last line gave me chills!! very nice, thanks for sharing....

Posted 16 Years Ago


0 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Bryce Simonds
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My name is Bryce. I am 19 years of age. I don't look at myself as much of a poet, but I write anyway. I write poetry when I feel as if I have something to write. That happens mostly when I'm eithe.. more..

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