PoemsBrowse PoemsSlamsFresh DropEchoes
LearnWriting TipsPoetry TermsPoets & ArtistsBooksFor Teachers
ExplorePoetry GenomePoem MapEchoesTake ActionGroups
AboutWrite a PoemDonateSign UpLog In

The World


The little boy young 

little boy 

Numb,

too pain,

in which he thinks in vain

not able to grasp 

or understand the structure of change.

 

In ‘till he realizes that the world is just, a

Game.

That human’s change in order to relive their pain, 

many live in agony 

not knowing that without happiness they can no longer maintain 

Sain.

 

Little boy then grows and matures

in a system "they" said works 

getting old and no longer numb, 

just able to dwell  and feel the pain in which he,

reflects

his life on one page.

 

 

©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

Junior Salinas

View all poems →

Your Poem's Voice

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.

Log in to leave a comment.