Not A Soul

Poetry About the Tales of A Young Person.

Not A Soul

By Steven Marvin

                        Life as it Was

The boy wanders among the barren docks,

His life is very repetitive like the cycle of a clock.

Wake up every day in this lonely forsaken place,

The entire emotional burden he carries is shown on his face.

His mouth remains shut, eyes closed too,

The boy has been this way since new.

He feeds off the small harbor fish that dot under the waves,

Their skeletons are the only thing he saves.

                        Time Passes

The boy, almost a man, has a hunger not just for food,

For this, he constructs a person out of clay that looks crude.

But every day, this clay person crumbles away,

For he too has nothing to say.

One day though, his tidal fate seems to turn,

A new life is what he will have to learn.

A large ship, the first ever here, has come to port.

Excitement and confusment are his emotions to sort.

            Getting Closer

Barren from all civil interaction, he approaches,

To remain unheard are his notions.

The sailors walk hastily along the deck wood,

He wishes he could go aboard, only if he could.

He had never been awake in the night,

In the leigh of the crescent moonlight,

The almost man stumbled aboard the boat.

But his good luck would lessen like used bar soap.

Hidden away in the belly of the great ship,

Boom! Clap! He held himself from screaming as the boat dipped.

The now man was like a prisoner looking for friends,

And his despair seemed never to end.

                        Awake

One night the sailors slept like the dead,

His imagination was all the man was fed.

On the deck in the ghostly moonlight,

He saw a quite amazing sight.

The monster stood towering above the waves,

All the living things on him where his slaves.

On the whim of his will,

The man dove into the ebony water with a shrill.

He collided his cranium with a stone,

The shock injured his spinal bone.

Aloft in the sea, the man died,

His entire life he had lied.

To be alone all your life,

Only leads to the wrong strife.

All he needed was a friend,

But now the man is dead.

 

 

Reviews

[Rae]

Good read everytime dude!