Sins Poem by Jordan Myrie
Sins
There once was a boy
And he had to paint
The golden child
He looked like a saint
But he wasn't as gold
As you thought he is
He paints with a blade
His body's the canvas
Slice once, slice twice
Slice even three times
The little boy died
Without committing a crime
His dad walked in
His mom did too
And soon they saw
What their son drew
Thursday, May 1, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: depression
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
The title of this poem is what the little boy drew on his arm. This is based on a true story.
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4/27/2024 10:33:24 PM # 1.0.0.1119
An incredibly sad tale. Unfortunately cutting as become the new addiction.