Monday, 28 March 2011

[Prose]

The image illustrates sadness in the eyes of this bastard child, loved by many, yet the only heart he seeks fails to acknowledge and reciprocate such a yearn, and so he yawns the musk of rejection, stretches limbs and welcomes everyday with a smile. This here child will grow into a man, with skin perfected through ancestry, yet, he will bare scars along the way. Each of them, a lesson learned, a moment through time lapsed into a current state he will be a angry child within as the world embraces his outer skin coated in layers that warm souls, he will welcome, everyday, with a smile.

5 comments:

  1. Really liked this. Have you considered short stories?

    ReplyDelete
  2. Yes, I have.

    This is that space for me to practice from time to time. its so strange when writing in stanza form. I want to break it up at times. Writing this out was interesting because I stopped the line breaks lol which took me a while to adapt around.

    Glad you like it.

    ReplyDelete
  3. That's cool. You should have a look at some of these: http://www.theshortstory.org.uk/prizes/

    You have to be in it to win it and all that jazz


    :-)

    ReplyDelete