Their whispers, voiceless,
“What's wrong with that kid?”
He knew no answer;
Was there something he missed?
“Quiet, stay quiet,”
The Beast said to the Sheep,
“They don't know, they won't know.”
So he let his voice sleep.

Their grimaces, fearful,
“Why can't you just stop?”
His face responded
Staring blank at the clock.
“Shameful, so shameful,”
The Crow said to the Corpse,
“They can see, they will see,”
So he suffered far worse.

He sobbed and he pleaded,
“Won't someone please love me?”
They flowed out in waves
And ebbed his heart free.
“Foolish, how foolish”
Rebuked the Beast and Crow,
“We’ve waited, we’ll wait.”
But that was long ago.

Submitted: January 20, 2018

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Like a sad song, M. A.

Sat, January 20th, 2018 8:15pm


In a way, I can see that.

Sat, January 20th, 2018 7:27pm


There’s something fun and haunting about this poem that I truly enjoy.

Sun, November 10th, 2019 7:24pm


Thank you! It was fun to write because it comes from a place of personal turmoil which make for some great poetry. Glad you enjoyed it!

Tue, June 9th, 2020 10:03am

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