Betrayal the Poets' Demise
He’d longed to feel life’s clement breath
While writing his letter in the sand,
He wrote of a premature death
A life taken by one’s own hand.
The whole world knows it’s sometimes hard
When life’s a gamble the skill to play the right card
So easy to put on a face, when emulating the bard.
Childhood a promise, a fact of life
No going back though, his head a habit of strife
Love an entity, only stimulated the knife.
The cutting edge, was so hard for you dear Seth
In their perfect world the bullies held the upper hand,
No one to protect you in the school yard
No one to protect you from life.
© Harry J Horsman 2018
Copyright © Harry Horsman | Year Posted 2018
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