There is always a beginning...

no more I stand in the school yard,
tears in the dirt as the bully taunts

no more on hot summer days will I melt as I
walk absent mindedly home, one foot in front
of the other.

now I become a corpse
during the day while the sun is high in the
sky, burning every thing in its path.

a corpse
while the bully picks another victim
from the school yard slaughter house

I was chosen for this
because I was alone
because I was different
because i had a mind

now i stand at my lovers side under the moonlight,
never to be the victim again but to be the hunter.
i now stand tall.


Brooke Elizabeth Black

Copyright ©2007 Brooke Elizabeth Black

Submitted: December 21, 2007

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Interesting poem, I enjoyed it-Writtensouls

Fri, December 21st, 2007 3:52pm


thank you =^_^= im glad you did.

Fri, December 21st, 2007 3:57pm

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