Bright
They never listened, yet his every word raised a vein
The always felt safe, yet his every breath drew a claim
They sometimes stared, yet he would always stare back
For he was so bright, he had eyes upon his back
They would try an’ teach, but he always knew
They would break him down, but he adapted an’ grew
They would intimidate, yet fail in disgrace
Then, try to praise him -but could never do it to his face
They would try to invade, yet he allowed them in
They would then apologize, but he allowed no such thing
They would threaten his life, but he would hand them the knife
They would stab him once; he would laugh, an’ so stab them twice
They would drug him, yet find his eyes to smile an’ gleam
They would kill him, but he would find them in a dream
Copyright © Francois Hillebrand | Year Posted 2019
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment