Sitting,
Cold
Lonely
And lost.
The storm
Storms on.
And as it's cruel yell slaps the house
I can't help but cower away.
Those piercing screams
Splitting my ears.
But below,
Softly a whimper
Like a puppy without its owner.
For some reason the barely audible call is,
Worse?
Why should a small cry be
Worse
Then a piercing scream?
Listening for her whine with every slap.
It always comes for me,
Like my mom every morning before school.
Always there,
As though protecting me from the ever present scream beside her.
Why?
What have I done to deserve this graceful cover from the dark?
What?
What would happen if she were to leave?
When the thunder rumbles its last rumble
The whine still in the back of my minds is starting to demoralize me.
How can she
My protector,
Still be in pain?
After he, the rueful storm has left these hollow grounds.
What have I done to deserve this gracious angle
And the agonizing sounds of her broken soul.
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Once again shared my poem in class, same worried faces from the same worried people. Either way if you enjoyed this lil poem here please vote and comment. Thank you.
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JE LEEST
I'm A Sad Kid
Poëziei'm a sad kid. your a sad kid. maybe we're all more similar than you had believed, maybe we're all just sad kids. ~ ~ ~ •if you have any comments or ideas on how I could further create pllllleasssse tell me•
