A preview of my new year project, coming soon so watch this space
They called him Nobody,
They, as in them,
1)Them, who left deceased birds,
Perched on his doorstep,
So that he could never sing his chirpy tune again,
2)Them, who watched him squirm,
Each and every morning,
Leaving unnatural bruises on his torso
Leaving what was left of the real world behind
3) Them, who left him speechless,
Laughing at his every move,
And his sombre appearance,
Jeans rolled uncomfortably up to his knees,
Shirts, of a forgotten past, cracked and weathered over time,
And the badge he wore on his left side,
Next to his shrunken heart,
For his mother,
Who he never knew.
3) Them, who despite being his birthday,
Took a bike ride down to the lake,
And tossed the badge into the murky depths,
Along with nobody,
So that he could find it again,
But like the badge he was nobody
And nobody was a no-one
And like his badge did not exist
Not any more
To himself,
He hoped he wasn't a nobody
And wading into the lake
The cold afternoon,
He christened himself Karma
So that he knew who he was
YOU ARE READING
Poetry. Dark.
PoetryThis collection of poems is dedicated to anyone who has tried to live but events have led them astray It is a mix of dark, somewhat rediculous and poems of the heart, all written to help myself get through the last couple of months Some of these poe...
