The Vail Of Poets

A Simple Child, A Simple Cry

He was a simple kid

Studious and responsible

Always on listen

And very comprehensible

I must admit he was creative

An artist vastly sensitive

Although once in a while he screamed

Rotten or mad he felt invisible

As much as a friend he could be

He was very miserable

He never missed any of his friends

Would defend any of them at any risk

He was brave and warm

Yet he felt lonely and lost in the mist

Dependent on others

Feared he could lose them

Bruised himself and overwhelmed

Just to keep them near him

Honest and pure, he always tried to be

And successful and lucky he was framed to be

However pressure led him to despair

And his joy slowly turned into snare

Life turned into a slam

And poise turned in to flam

He felt tears down his face

And endured himself a disgrace

And that's how a joyful person can be

Surrounded by plenty

Behind feeling empty 

By: Dan L.R.K.