There it sits,
on his nightstand.
It's silver frame and shiny reflection
waiting to be looked into.
He stands there
4"7'
in his purple T-shirt and striped overalls.
Then he stares
almost like he sees something.
A new world.
But it isn't pleasant.
Kids beg for forgiveness.
They have scars on
their wrists,
their bodies black, blue, purple, and red
from the blows of threatening hands and belts.
Families are dressed in dirty clothes
Greedy for success and scared of the cold.
Innocence of young ones
taken away from them.
Lives taken away too soon.
Taken away unnecessarily.
He wants it to stop.
If only he could put it down.
But his eyes are stapled to
The hurt of these people.
His diamond tears
pile in front of him.
He finally has the courage to put it down.
Down on his nightstand.
All he can do is cry.
He feels he needs to contribute.
Not to the horror,
but to help get rid of it.
But he knows he can't.
And that made him feel worse.
When others reach for it
he screams.
He screams,
"Don't touch that!"
He knows better than anyone
What horrors lie beneath the glass.
All he wishes is to fix it.
He doesn't shatter the glass,
only because it is a reminder.
A reminder of what the world is going through.
A reminder of why he does all he can to succeed.
He hopes that
One day
the horrors will disappear,
and tears will bloom in the glass.
Not of panic and dread.
But of pleasure and thrill.
YOU ARE READING
Freshman Poems
PoetryThese are the poems I created in my freshman year during my Creative Writing Class
