I feel cold.
Wrapped in a foreign sweater, I am stifled by the stench
of my own life
Stares and glares and the turning of the hair
I watch - contemplative
I voice out silent words
"Sorry" No one hears it -
and yet they accept it with a subtle
Turning of the eyes
They stare
they look away
They move as if repelled
repelled by the insanity
The inconsistent
shifting of the eyes
the stutter
the stare
the weak - feeble
attempt to smile! A glare returned
It is hard, is it not
Smile, dear boy
as you walk out of the door
To face the world.
Alone.
De Zhong
1 comment:
Nice! I love this one! It has a message germane to surroundings and if I'm correct, this poem is based on your experience, isn't it? This is magnificently crafted! I like the atmosphere created =DDD
The harshness of life and a boy dependent on someone else =D
The fear... SOO COOL!!!
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