opened eyes stared right through the ceiling
bloodshot and lost
good names gone, innocence forgotten, memories moulding
into something he could not have fathomed
he remembers, regretfully.
his masculinity bigger than he could fist
he was no vision of God. How could he believe in floods,
as destructive as they were,
never left one as dry as this and blood
drying to all the wrong places. He cried overlapping the moans.
white paint doesn't stay clean forever, even after bleach
hands that once slammed upon them begging to sink to the other side
only to be slammed behind. Again.
why won't he. Why can't he. Why does he. Why is he.
A boy, not a man, now a man, or would he ever be -
now.
he will feel his own only to shiver. He tore his Bible that night.
He cried. He shut out the noise (the moans growing louder)
He shut out the light. He pinned his ears shut. Nothing
but the moans. How-
he screamed.
opened eyes stared blankly, deadly, grown up in thirty seconds
bloodshot and lost
good name gone, innocence dead, memories festering
into something he could not forget
and he will remember.
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ths wassuperbly penned poem that was full and rich in its message as it meandered from start to end. You chose words carefully and wove them rather prefectly.I loved these lines:
his masculinity bigger than he could fist
he was no vision of God. How c
ould he believe in floods,
as destructive as they were,
never left one as dry as this and blood
drying to all the wrong places. He cried overlapping the moans.
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you describe the manly pain so well.....growing from boy to man is full of doubts and self doubts.Such a pretty poem that I recommend all boys should read this.Loved these lines:
he will feel his own only to shiver. He tore his Bible that night.
He cried. He shut out the noise (the moans growing louder)
He shut out the light. He pinned his ears shut.
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It's not really meant to be pretty, it's meant to be sad. It's about a boy getting raped, I don't see how every boy would want to read this.
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I get a lot of different pictures in my head while reading this, and I'm not sure which one is right.
"his masculinity bigger than he could fist
he was no vision of God."
I love these two lines. They were the highlight of this poem for me.
... It is so early in the morning. I'll probably come back eventually and give a better comment. It deserves one.
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