The Cruelty of Children

This isn’t how it was supposed to be.

It appears he will die as he lived- alone.

 

Why is life so unkind to me?

Parentless, he grew up alone.

 

The daily dose of them confines my happiness.

In this way he is never alone.

 

I’m fed up with being a toy of torment.

He climbs the flights of stairs alone.

 

The breeze caresses my face- a comfort.

Up on the ledge he stands, alone.

 

It rarely matters in life- what is fair.

He steps forward, falling to the earth- alone.

 

 

Reviews

[TPK Stories]

So sad...when one feels they must die because of bullying...well thought out.

[Chase]

Thank you very much! It needs altering but I'll get to it eventually :) i appreciate the feedback!

[PRASANTA KUMAR BARIK (S..]

Well, try your best. A good future is visualised.

[Chase]

Im neither bullied nor suicidal. I had to write a poem of this type for a creative writing class a few years ago haha.