The Boy
prose poetry

The Boy



The Boy


A boy is playing with its toys; completely unaware that he's such a great example of how every human being inherently wants to control their world.

Creating order, the way he sees it; not a single second is spent on the toy lives impacted by his disruptive ever-changing moods. The toys go where he places them. Toys know no democracy. They don't have a say in anything; they do as they're told.

He cries when his mother comes to get him; it's time for school. The room is quickly tidied, the toys go back in the box en masse; no longer needed by the boy, no longer wanted by the parent, and the toys no longer know they exist, and about the countless lives they have lived.


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Vincent van Zandvoort
Vincent van Zandvoort

Vincent van Zandvoort is a writer of Poetry, Inspirational Words, Prose & Short Fiction. Science Fiction - Fantasy - Supernatural - Thriller


Poetry / Prose
Poetry / Prose

Poetry / Prose

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