A/N: This was for a project. I felt really inspired, so I chose the poetry option. Plus, I just like poetry.
Disclaimer: I don't own Lord Of The Flies (no duh.) I wish I did, though. It's really an incredible book.
Piggy
The kind soul
who saw without sight.
Ironic, don't you think?
How someone so blind
could see so well.
His specs so habitually
polished reflect on
the defects
of society.
How someone so good
can leave this world
so soon
and leave the rest
of us to fend.
A borrowed angel
one might say
to help wash the guilt away.
Because it lodges deep
within the soul,
and suffocates joy,
causing darkness to fall.
The darkness that kills the insides
and condemns the soul to cold.
If he were here, he could
bring back the warmth of
joy.
He always knew.
Knew what to say.
What to do.
How to think and act.
Without his intelligence
what would have
happened to the rest of them?
Where would they be now?
Dead corpses rotting on an
undiscovered island?
But there is hope. We can still
make amends.
The kind soul who always knew.
We can bring back his spirit by
helping those who need a
friend.
Because he was always there to
be a friend, and he so desperately
needed one.
So now I leave you. I leave
you to think. To think like him.
He is counting on you. Counting
on you to make the right choice.
Let his soul live on in your actions.