Quiet her voice,
"Like the smallest mouse...",
They whisper warily.
But loud her mind.
"She must be mad, crazy!",
They shout anxiously.
Made a choice, that kept her in a bind,
"A thief! She is a thief!",
They howl repulsively.
Screaming on the inside,
But not a peep can be heard.
"The look in her eyes, is she sane?",
They sneer condescendingly.
Keeping feelings at bay,
"Why won't she smile? Not even cry?",
They question vexingly.
When they don't glare and mock,
She runs, runs far away,
"Gone! Gone, she is missing!",
They wail forebodingly .
She sways and dances with the tide, a smile gracing her features,
Emotions deeper than the ocean's depths,
"Where? Where has she gone?",
They cry vainly.
If you listen close enough to the waves, you can hear a sound,
"What has become of her?",
They demand forcefully.
A melody that makes you its slave, her symphony will keep you bound,
"Where is she? Where?",
They plead agonizingly,
Their voices are full of regret and sorrow.
Her heart and soul are already taken,
Taken by her joy, her love. The ocean.
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Daisies & Lightning
PoetrySmall, big, short, long, and strange poems, created and edited by Taelum Elizibeth Starborn.
