Something is wrong
The man has taken place of the beast.
The slayer is slain as the Toreador's flag flutters in despair on the ground.
I wonder what his mother said of him becoming a Toreador?
Tears, pride, or did he even have a mother?
What kind of a man was he?
Were adoring children running to his side
Despite the all too dangerous bull?
A look of understanding crosses his face.
With his last breath, he utters
To the bull that he knew all too well,
"Forgive me."
His life seeps through the hole in his chest
Darkness advances on him
As his brave heart chokes.
This is another poem written by my nephew Will. He says he was frustrated the day he wrote this poem. Please let us know what you think of this one. Thanks!


Comments: 48
Not all poetry has to be light and happy, lol
Thanks for your comments and compliments!
Thanks so much for your feedback!
Thank you!
Thank you!!
I would imagine that Will would probably read your comment and go from there. I don't know if he is still studying poetry this semester but even if he isn't I would think that any type of constructive criticism from a master such as yourself would be very useful.
Thank you very much!
Thanks Sis!
Thanks!
I like the way he sustains the central metaphor. Though most of us in the English speaking world regard bullfighting as somewhat barbaric, in Spanish speaking nations it is a spectacle full of poetry.
Thanks for the compliments Sis! Love ya!
Thanks Ian!
You are always welcome and I enjoy reading your art!
<3 Krystal