to the ones without a name

there's a search for

a place called neverland.

where calluses don't form

on your unwashed hands.

where tomorrow never comes,

i've searched for it too.

you'll set worlds ablaze for warmth,

and you'll kill that brat named pan.

sharpening your hook,

striking your match,

thinking it will make you a man.

i know, that this place seems

so very real, so very grand.

and that next flame,

that next slash.

will help you understand.

but it wont, and you're still missing a hand.

and that boy named pan.

i know why you want to kill him

that his weakness,

softness, and fear.

that you just cant stand.

was once your very own.

and when your search,

comes to an end.

that desperation,

your hunger

will lead you to kill him.

neverland isn't real, 

and neither is the truth.

knowing that,

feeling that.

there's only one thing to do

but there is no victory.

just a hook on the floor,
and an empty coat, on a closed door.

a shadow with no boy to chase,

and your name forgotten,

in a story that you chose.

Author's Note

A cultural critique specifically on young men in certain online circles. If anything I say will stick I want it to be this- You are not alone, I see you, and you are loved.

Reviews

[Beren]

Omg! Easily my favorite! I find the Peter Pan syndrome very strange, it is more because of the family than the person and the child still needs help from them to fix it.
You are soooo talented, I love your sentences. This poem feels so magical!
"your name forgotten, in a story you rewrote." Killer.

[Everett Dulin]

I'd say Peter Pan syndrome is the better alternative, at least they aren't pretending...
Thank you for reading this

[Beren]

Always for you.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Needs some editing, but a clever idea using the allegory of Peter Pan.
"and you're still missing a hand"---
Violence does not make one a man...I like the way you present the idea.
j.

[Everett Dulin]

Thank you for the time and the thought, I'm still trying to figure out this voice.

-C