18 augustus 2006

The boy with the ball of glass instead of a heart.

He was a sad boy that knew only anguish
and terrible pain in the life that he led.
So if this boy could make just this one wish
that wish would certainly be his own death.

No-one knew exactly what his problem was,
though the doctors he saw were all very smart,
'till one day they saw a small ball of glass
in the boy's chest where there should be a heart.

So they told him "be careful,
and beware of your ways,
the slightest shock can be fatal,
so best to stay indoors, just in case".

But one day when he sat in his room
he saw a girl outside taking a rest
and as he smelled her sweet perfume
he felt the glass ball glow inside his chest.

Immediately he ran out to meet her.
Swiftly they became the very best of friends,
and after a while he felt even sweeter.
Could it be love that lurked 'round the bends?

The boy gathered his courage
and explained the warm feeling he had.
But it seemed that this knowledge
confused the young girl and made her quite sad.

The small ball inside of him cracked
and into a million shards it blew.
And at that moment there exact
the explosion tore the poor boy in two.

And as he died at the girl's gorgeous feet
he did not cry, but for one soft little squeal.
He whispered to her "I thank you my sweet",
for at least his one wish had now become real.

6 opmerkingen:

Anoniem zei

ontroerend en oh zo mooi!

Anoniem zei

Ik was enorm fan van het vorige gelijkaardige stukje over de voodoopop. Dat was stilistisch erg mooi, dit inhoudelijk gewoon een emotionele uppercut.

Als ik nog niet van plan was geweest te gaan drinken, had ik dat nu wel gedaan.

Anoniem zei

Gelezen. En nog eens gelezen. En nog eens.

En daarna nog eens.

Bedankt.

Anoniem zei

Ik kan het misschien niet zo poëtisch uitdrukken, maar dat is echt een supermooi en ontroerend gedichtje! Keep up the good work Michel!

Anoniem zei

Wow.

Punt.

michel zei

Dankjewel, allemaal.