There was a child
She was among many to others
But she was different
One by One people started to disappear
She was all alone by 4 nobody cared enough to stay
Drawing a picture with one person tears fell on the damped paper
A small little child with no hope, and became hopeless
Walking through the darkest path
Her dreams, her passion, began to dwendell
A beautiful mistake
A horrible plan
Some weird magic
Made the innocent child illiterate
Made her weak like her body gave up
She felt like nothing like dust in the wind
"Somebody help her!"
Everything is so loud
She couldn't get her thoughts straight
She was trapped and nobody could help
She was a beautiful melody with a horrible curse
YOU ARE READING
The poet of thorns
PoetryThis is my poetry book full of poems that I wrote out of anger, sadness, etc. I hope you all like it
