Peter's Journey

Peter's Journey

A Poem by Xander
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There was a little boy named Peter

Sweet as could be

He was born into a family so different from he

In a house full of mirrors, reflecting his strangeness

No wonder he felt so alienated

One day his parents sent him away

On a trip they said would take just a day (please look at this line, not sure if I like it)

He walked down the road, and looked to see

A narrow split pathway, clear as could be

One crisp like spring with the softness of rain

While the other was harsh, like the stop of a train

As he walked to the fork in the little dirt road

He looked at the nice path and took a step toward

But as he stepped forward, the thorns pulled him back

Dragging him into the path out of track

This wonderful journey that everyone takes

Seemed so happy at first, so calm and tame

But the path Peter took was just not the same

Twisted and crooked, and gray as can be

Peter sobbed as he walked, from the pains of the trees

As he sobbed, no one heard, not a sound or a word

Except for the whispers that lied in Peter's mind

The trees seemed to speak of such horrible things

But only in whispers, they were secrets to keep

The stories of nightmares, and childhood fear

Were the story of Peter, as they began appear

But secrets they were, not a soul could find out

If the kids knew of his troubles they surely would shout

To the world to the heavens, to the bottom of the sea

Everyone would know of his humility

So Peter kept on moving, along the empty road

until one day he stopped, to rest his pour soles

Then everyone stopped and all turned around

They heard a voice as small as a mouse

Peter's small cries could be heard all around

He stood up and spoke to the motionless crowd

As he finished his speech, everyone stared

They all kept walking, not willing to dare

As Peter laid down, the dirt started to shake

It surrounded his body, and removed every ache

As he sunk below and time had run out

He finally smiled and accepted his route

This is the story the boy who dared

He spoke his mind when everyone stared

The twist to this story is the kids really cared

The trees in their path were also not fair

Everyone must pass through the dark thorny path

Some fall, some crawl, and some make it out

But if we all stood up like Peter did

We would all find out

© 2016 Xander


Author's Note

Xander
Not sure if I like the ending, may change it completely to fit a story rather than me narrating.

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Added on November 17, 2016
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Tags: depression, poetry, rhyme, journey, youngpoet

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Xander
Xander

Dublin, Monkstown, Ireland



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I am 16, and have been writing poetry as a hobby for many years now. I would enjoy working on my writing skills through feedback. I currently live in Dublin, Ireland but am from Houston, Texas. more..

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