Pierre Seton


The Boy - Poem by Pierre Seton

The boy waits under the station overhang,
Protected from the rain,
Falling from grey clouds past the grey statue
, onto grey people lacking The will to trap you,
The bus arrives dismal lights cutting through a dismal haze,
Aboard dismal people each with a dismal gaze,
The broken ferry rolls forth,
Carrying broken thoughts and broken wills,
Broken lives reduced to a deluge of broken pills,

Off the dim bus into the dim night,
Brushing past dim minds searching for a dim light,
Up the stairs and through the wooden spaces,
Murmuring wooden words to wooden faces,

The world cries in a muted fashion,
muted sounds and muted pain,
a muted life fought for in muted vain.
And still,
The boy waits


Comments about The Boy by Pierre Seton

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 26, 2011

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 26, 2011


[Report Error]