inspiration; Robert Frost's "stopping by woods on a snowy evening"


The story of the little boy

Never thought
I never thought
all this joy,
all this pride
all this beauty
would hide
in the eyes of a little boy
who passed away.

Never imagined
I never imagined
life would be so harsh
so vain
so mean
soft like cellophane
wrapped around his dreams
all this magic of the story in the eyes of the boy.

He travelled
travelled
in places
in faces
in fairy-tales
broken fairies
singing out songs
poetry like smooth wine
written by the hands of the little boy.

I found him lying on the pale grass
a midsummer night's dream
in his head
on his bed
blood stained sheets
he said; "stars have invited me over
for I have to go
before they sleep
I have a promise to keep."



Poetry by Eva
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Written on 2009-03-05 at 21:37

Tags Sad  Death 

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danielle289
that is amazing, awesome write, well done!


Danielle Glasgow x.x
2009-03-05