Harry Poem by Bryan Sefton

Harry



Every brick hit Harry
Every stone thrown
Every slight and every sneer
Ran Exoscet to his co-ordinates
Even the glares of others for others
Were deflected in his direction
He knew pain only gained from third degree burns
He suffered as only the vulnerable can
Alone he would moan in his room
At the inequalities of life
How some deal out hurt and some receive it
How God didn't see fit to share it out equal
But gave the fun to some the pain to one
Then one day there was a click
That's the only way I can describe it
A sort of mental shift. A click
Suddenly he didn't belong to either side
It was like he became an observer
A spectator
Suddenly he stood back and every brick fell short
Every sneer veered
Every stone. Every slight. Every slur
Everything that had been his
Became mine

Saturday, June 13, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: vulnerability
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Bryan Sefton

Farnsworth near Bolton, England, UK
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