Inside a cherubic gift:
Lurks some aches and pains.
Only befallen by tears in rains.
Very quietly, he cries.
Entirely, inside, he dies.
This little boy,
Often has to run.
Learning that life isn't that fun,
And forgetting lovely days under the sun.
Under his covers he lays...
Going back and forth over the day.
Hoping that tomorrow will bring some light,
And not having to hear them fight,
Not having to feel this death.
Dreams evaporate like single breaths.
Playing in grass fields,
Like a child, doing cart-wheels.
Also laughing and playing.
Yearning, dreaming and praying.
Author notes
The first letter of every first word in all the sentences make up: I LOVE TO LAUGH AND PLAY. I made up the line "I love yo laugh and play" initially and then formed an acrostic out of that.
A contest entry
- Tolerance and Child Abuse Prevention Members Contest by Manda Kathryn.
500 points, ended July 15, 2008, 8 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Sadly penned, I love how this starts with an innocent sentence and becomes sad and deep
Excellent poem
♥
Thank you & Best of luck
Stay safe
~Manda
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cool
It seems ironic that the the sentence "i love to laugh and play" is joyful, but the poems is sad... bethca did that on purpose, it was creative, good write
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