He knows pain
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He let them take his advantage,
Plunder the soft tissues of heart.
The eyes hurt to conceal dark brooks.
They pick him so easy and taunt.
We never know abstract pain.
We can ask the boy, a minor
Who is certain to know much more
As his mates know of ways to rag.
The school gate and the palsy green
The face with a slight twitch is mute
To a world of less important
Busy buzz and complex layers.
He bows his head and moves inside
To face another day's darkness.


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Anyway, it's a really nice poem you've got, even though a little dark. There's some beautiful descriptions in here and I especially like this line: "The eyes hurt to conceal dark brooks." As always, your poetry is very powerful and emotional, which is always a great feature for a writer. :)
Thanks for posting this to Writer's Haven.