The ghost of a boy;
So young and naïve,
His body littered in scars,
Ones you wouldn't believe.
Look at his face;
All the marks up close,
Some from a beat(ing),
All from a drunk.
The ghost of a boy;
He and I are friends,
He looks for me in light,
I search for him in dark.
This boy doesn't have a name;
It doesn't seem to matter,
He always answers to "friend",
And that'll be his name 'til my end.
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Author:
GRJ (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 10th, 2022 23:24
- Comment from author about the poem: idk wut 2 say w/ this poem really. ig just im kinda not feeling good, and maybe im imagining some1 being w/ me 4 comfort?? idk, life\\\'s messy :/
- Category: Friendship
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Comments2
indeed, 'life is messy'
but so what
don't we spend half our time
doing cleaning chores
at home, at work
even that inevitable spill
form a pint's first sip
we wipe, clean
and do it all again..
so why is it such a big thing
when we're doing it internally
caring for that most crucial parts of ourselves..
write it all out, boldly
heal those bruises, as best you can
clean it up and prepare to go forth
and mess yourself up, all over again
sing your Truth, loud
and live your life: Proud!
(thanks for sharing, such an emotive read, dear poet
forgive me, if you take offence
to any of my words
I meant no disrespect)
i mean thats true, but i was talking about personal problems at home lmaoo. (no offence was taken, and thank uu 🙂 )
I don’t know what you’re going through. I do hope you’re okay. Please know it does get better❤️
thank u, & im trying 2 learn tht
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