A Troubled Boy Poem by Yusuf Rashid Pyrus

Early on a sunny morning, while a bird sing the sweetest song, the sleeping doll trapped in a tunnel deep underground, i saw two kids fighting to rescue it, while the wind ask me are they heroes or driven by some jelousy motive? What change has made the pastrure street, i saw the pool of joy more clear than the pool clowns where other water laugh up at the breast of fool and rail.

A walking maiden, smile with her eyes close, as my eyes seem to be moving with her texture of her skin, since i can't and will not move, she stays with her head coming up. Finally i force a smile trying to hide my suprise. Past the sleepy streets the poet with a matching socks and tie laugh at me while i came up running with screaming word and i could tell by the look on his eyes he can see me bleeding behind my eyes cursing at my own weakness.