Sitting alone
The small, orphan boy,
Asks himself
If there is a point
To suffering.
He watches,
As we all do,
The world slowly die,
As we all do.
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Poetry
PoetrySo a couple of days ago, my friends and I were talking,and we got into poetry. I wrote down a really good poem, so I thought I would write some on Wattpad. These are quite sad though, so please bare that in mind.
The Boy
Sitting alone
The small, orphan boy,
Asks himself
If there is a point
To suffering.
He watches,
As we all do,
The world slowly die,
As we all do.
