Whipping Boy

Black and white collides

In flawed, frail flesh and weak blood

Creating chaos in a forgotten soul

From youth to maturity

Life never abided this boy to achieve

Through toils and deceptions

His will grew stronger

But could never dismiss and never heal

Just calloused over the wounds and grew bitter.

Anger fuels his vision now.

Death.

Reviews

[Ni1408]

I like the title but its really abstract for me!