Johny Lee
In an Old town named MiseryThere lived a boy named Johny Lee
He spoke of one thing, wrote another
Wasn't sure who was his birth mother
Had been in orphanage since '62
Always been told, what to do
His friend only an old small wall
They walk in society but he could only crawl
Thought differently, used to challenge the basics
Was interested in books, evermore than chics
Had trouble following a path, always confused and astray
With every despair moment, couldn't live another day
Untrained Unloved Unwanted Unknown
Wished daylight when others wanted snow
Felt excited when others got the creeps
Had brilliant thoughts but rarely did he speak
Was curious to know, about the world
Its timeless strives and how it worked
Loved to read the books, of detection and crime
For senseless talks, he never had time
And twenty years later, he lost his mind
Broke free from the bonds, of the orphanage
Ran away from the derided, unholy place
Where gruesome punishments, he did face
Felt proud and hopeful about the new world
be good and kind to him, he prayed
But unfortunately enough, he was wrong
The human class had long been stained
Poetry by Jalaj Soni
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Written on 2011-10-02 at 12:25
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