Siting on the side walk
Illuminated by street lights
With kids throwing rocks
At someone hurt
...
Hiding in a corner
Embracing hope
Living like a martyr
Hanging from a rope
...
Hello. I am 16 years old. I feel ancient though. Nothing new. Nothing interesting to put here that other people haven't. never the less...My friends don't know that I write poetry and that I am a published poet. I write all kinds but i only write what i want when i want. I've had my fair share of pain but don't ask because i don't like people feeling sorry for me. Oh...and I love to skate.)
? Broken?
Siting on the side walk
Illuminated by street lights
With kids throwing rocks
At someone hurt
The blood is flowing
From the heart
And wishes that someone knowing
Would come along
And save the day
But alone he breaks
Thoughtless and confused
Is he here to stay
Or is this were he shall forever lay?
Ur such an amazing poet, dmitri