little boy
big brother
your smile moves mountains
and you walk like your
tired
like your sad
hiding must be so easy for you boy
fighting is your second nature
it becomes you
you
little
broken
soldier
you wonderful boy
people you’ve lost in flames of red shadows and paper wings
you think it’s all your fault
taking blame
heart a grey stone
cracking
breaking
standing
still
you miserable boy
( - Anna. L )
YOU ARE READING
Ne Decorem
Poetry"Was not writing poetry a secret transaction, a voice answering a voice?" - Virginia Woolf
