Once when I was younger,
I used to look down at the world and ponder,
The sound a gun makes when it's being fired.
Is it the start of a war, or to kill an innocent man in a rally?
Why some choose a coffin and others the back ally
with a spoon in one hand and a syringe in the other.
Why some cries for help could only be seen by the marks on their bodies,
until their bleeding hearts can no longer pump.
When child cries,
and his drug addicted mother is no where in sight.
When loved one dies,
how long does it take before they are forgotten
When a blind man stumbles
and there is no one to put him back on his feet.
When the fat lady cannot sing because
the constant bullying of her weight
has lead her to a tragic fate.
Once when I was younger,
I used to look down at the world and ponder,
why am I up here,
seperated from desperation and fear
My tiny little heart,
feels like it's falling apart
and there is this indescribable urge
to go down below, because some how I know,
that this pressure will be lifted.
But amongst the thousands of us,
will anyone know if I ever existed?
Once when I was younger,
I used fall into the world and ponder.
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Nothing's wrong with me I just never really wrote a sad poem before.... Haha
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English Class (Not a very catchy title, sorry ^_^')
Short StoryThese are some of my English assignments, mostly consisting of short stories, play writing, poems, etc. that I thought were pretty good. Enjoy! **NOTE** My latest writing prompts will now be posted in the first few chapters of this book. i.e. The fu...
