Reads: 41  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 0

More Details
Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

Poem written in middle school

Submitted: September 13, 2018

A A A | A A A

Submitted: September 13, 2018



He stands there in the balcony’s light

With all his will, all his might

Seeing the corpse through the night

Makes him shudder at its sight


He grasps the handle made of metal

Knowing the fight was not physical, but mental

Like highschool, his life was constantly a rental

The lies fed to him, he is a doll


This is his story, his philosophy

He believes it’s his legacy

Not a testimony, but an enlightening

Curled up and crying, this is destiny

So no more lies, for right now

The reason to live is what he seeks


© Copyright 2018 Alexander13997. All rights reserved.

Add Your Comments: