Alive

[Tesserax]

Beaten, bullied, mocked, whipped,
A child in dark so silent sits,
He braces for another strike,
Holding tight that desperate light,
The fire burning deep within,
Stoked by every brutal sin,
That others took upon themselves,
To make his life a living hell,
But one thing that they did not know,
His anger like that fire grows,
A bloody lust they sparked inside
That made him feel
Alive

[City Kid]

This is pretty impressive! I like it.
Do you often write stuff like this?

[Tesserax]

This is pretty impressive! I like it.
Do you often write stuff like this?

Not often, sometimes I get the urge and it just comes to me

[amgb]

I like your poem, especially the last four lines. I can feel the emotion and the burning of the anger from his pain.