My Inner Thoughts (Structured Poem)

A cold night makes me breeze 

As I feel the ocean breeze. 

The wind is whispering to my ears

While I'm watching the moon with tears. 

Little boy - little boy as they said

Nerver been listened cause Im just a kid

Never been understood cause I'm just a kid

Laying on the floor thinking what they said. 

As the night comes agian

I walk into the seashore, looking at the caves 

Ocean is my escape, I feel my energy regain 

As I heard the crying of the waves. 

Years passed by, I'm lying on my bed

Looking at the celling wondering Am I still alive? Or considered as dead? 

What should I do to ease this feeling? 

How does it feel to have a Friend? 

Friend who will make you feel like his friend. 

The little noy is no longer a little. 

He's grown up, still looking for a title.