The Boy

by kate   Jun 19, 2005


Blood pours from his shattered dreams

of what he could off been

In the darkness , He lies

As his being slowly begins to die

The scars upon his wrists

Begin to grow in depth and number

He can feel his life going under

Being slowly consumed by hate

He was a shattered boy

Now he begins to adjust his apparent fate

He was sick of beinging there only toy

He is now raising from his fate

He's found the strength

Created from the hate

He know longer crawls upon broken knees

He's know cured from the infernal disease.

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  • 20 years ago

    by Delo

    It's very tuching:)

    just one thing... try not to use the same words.. thats the only down point :) i'm liking it :)

  • 20 years ago

    by Matthew Guitor

    Magnicifent. Beautiful. Well done. a few things that come to mind.

  • 20 years ago

    by Jesus Crisis

    Oh my God...thats awesome......love it...it's one of thosepoems that if you read fast it's reallly touching ..you know......

  • 20 years ago

    by Josh

    GREAT POEM LIKE!! aww soo good!!

  • 20 years ago

    by The Flame Within

    wow that is an awsom poem, you did a great job. amazing stuff. i loved it, hope everything is alright with that boy. Much Love

    nick

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