The Creeper of the Night

May 5, 2011
By Anonymous

A misunderstood boy
Who would always toy
With the people of Maycomb
And the new that come
Trialed for being child
A child who was wild
Became a prisoner
A silent beggar
Yearning to be free
The father treated him like a giant flea
Abused because of respect
Treated like the society’s reject
Only friends sent away
Knowing none day by day
By jabbing a pair of scissors in his father’s leg
The man could only beg
To keep his so-called regency
He takes away his son’s diplomacy
Kept in a basement
When his father was the true assailant
By keeping a boy in cage
Acting like a sage
Snuck out at night
Supposedly seen with people lucky enough to see him with their eyesight
Father died and soon replaced
Again like a violin, cased
Saw siblings grow day by day
Never knew what to say
Expressed his feelings with gifts
His brother noticed the children’s kindly shift
By making a letter of pure thankfulness
The message was never received to the man of pure loneliness
The brother clogged up the hole
As though trying to emotionally whack Boo with a pole
When the mysterious gifts vanished
Boo’s ability to express kindness famished
Years passed
Other still sassed
The poor misfortunate case
Of a boy with no human face
Seeing his friends in trouble
He arrived on the double,
Stabbed the drunk with a kitchen knife
And ended the strife
Saved a boy and a girl
Each as valuable to him as a pearl
Unable to speak
Probably can’t shriek
To scared to go home
He didn’t go alone

The author's comments:
I wrote this poem last year, when I was in 7th grade. We were reading To Kill a Mockingbird in Class, and our assignment was to write a poem about it. Boo Radley was the inspiration for my poem, a misunderstood and scared young man who had a good heart, but a sad life.

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This article has 3 comments.

ns2011 said...
on Aug. 3 2011 at 8:32 am
 This is simply a wonderful poem.  Bravo!

sgar said...
on Jun. 8 2011 at 4:03 pm
Simply excellent.  This is an incredibly moving poem about Boo Radley.  Anonymous should be proud of his work.

samgen said...
on Jun. 7 2011 at 5:53 pm
What a sophisticated and beautiful poem ... for a 7th grader.  Bravo.

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