They The Cowards

A short poem about a victim of bullying.

As numbers increase

momentum soars,

to act alone

would be a chore.

Feeding their hearts

evil in their veins,

snickering maliciously,

while he is in pain.

Crippled, defenseless,

totally caught off guard,

surprise attack,

broken, scarred.

Receive no crown,

only his pride,

sinning is a part

of being alive.

Tears don't phase them

teasing the encouragment,

they never change

didn't they ever receive nourishment?

Look up and see

your laughing enemy,

you at a loss for words,

but they the cowards.

Author's Note

I want to know what everyone thinks and how I can improve!

Reviews

[Matthew Kult]

Hello Elizabeth,

Darkly sad in a world of vicious pain.

"Tears don't phase

encouraging continued pain,

they never change

nothing they gain

Look up and see

your laughing enemy,

leaving a loss of words,

but they're the cowards."

Just a thought.

Always,

Matthew
A.

[Elizabeth]

That does sound and flow better. Thank you for your time to read and truly critique this! I truly appreciate it.

[Matthew Kult]

:o)