The Lonely Boy

May 23, 2011
The boy sceams praying to be heard,

He pounds his fists onto the Earth,

He's angry at the world and hopes to find,

Someone who won't think he's a waste of time,

Everyone just goes and passes him by,

Not a single one stops and asks him why,

He stands there weeping, waiting be seen,

His eyes are deeper then the bluest of seas,

His poor little face is tormented with grief,

He just stands there alone in disbelief,

His only dream is to be finally loved,

He wants to fly away like a beautiful dove,

The lonely boy watches as everyone,

Walks right past and he grabs a gun,

He doesn't want to be in the way anymore,

He's been all alone straight to the core.

He's on the ground and everyone rushes to his side,

How come he could'nt get attention until he died?

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Moe:) said...
Aug. 1, 2011 at 10:03 pm
Oh My goodness! That was so good! Elaine, it was also very sad. I love this one :)
Elaine K. replied...
Aug. 19, 2011 at 10:20 pm
(: thank yu grizzy(: but yu like all my poems hahaha(:
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