Published January 30, 2016
A little boy with shiny black shoes
strutting through the room.
Over velvet carpet,
he smiles and makes his plan
No one dares to tell him--
he's not perfect.
Who could do that
to a child?
Nobody could do that
to a boy who had wings and a halo.
None of them could see
that the boy ripped his wings off.
The people of the sidelines
took photographs and asked questions
that he never signed and never answered.
His dark side would only show when he turned older;
they'd ask "How could a boy like that turn into such a horrible person?"
The audience did not see his childhood was a play that he put on.
If only they could see the innerworkings of his mind
and that it was not innocence that grabbed them by the arm.
For it was the devilish mask he had put on.
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Whoa. So creepy and realistic. This child kind of reminds me of a horror movie I saw when i was younger called 'Omen.' The boy in this poem seems to have similar traits with the boy in the movie. Anyways, I like how you started this with a bit of a lighter feel to it before ending it with the dark and cold truth about this boy and his growth or 'plunge into darkness' so to speak. Nice work on this. I enjoyed reading it. -IceWinifredd
Huh, genuinely interesting...
I always liked to think that all children, no matter how angelic they seemed to be, had a mischievous side. And here you portrait that perfectly.
Word choice? Pretty good. You might want to pop in a few 'fancy' words here and there to make the poem a bit more engaging, but overall, it's very well selected.
The "...the boy ripped his wings off." metaphor? Very appreciated. I like how it proves that in the end it is us who choose to be the hero or the villain. Not fate nor destiny.
Overall, it is a most wonderful poem. My only question is, will there be a sequel? Maybe one were a little girl who was always bad chooses to become good? You could then make a trilogy were the two characters meet.
It's only a suggestion, of course. You may choose to ignore it, but, I think it would be interesting.
Like I previously said, wonderful poem. Very well done
Thanks for the review!