In the still of the night, with snores in the air,
All I could hear was a familiar snore, not rare,
Creaking sounds, just the usual wear and tear,
A gust of wind, a draft from an open door, not a scare.
Then, out of the blue, there came a loud crash;
I hesitated but had to leave my cozy bed.
I wanted to hide under the blanket but in a flash,
Peeking out, I saw my mom stirring with dread.
I hurried to the bathroom with no time to waste.
Mom ventured out to figure what it was;
I grabbed a broom, the chaos to face.
Outside, she stared at the open roof without a pause.
No one dared to speak; silence hung heavy,
A broken closet, shattered glass, and disarray,
A distant cry. Everything felt so eerie,
I tried to explain, but the words didn't convey.
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WEB: A Collection of Short Poems
PuisiThese poems gave me a sense of longing, struggle, and transformation. They touched me on themes of personal growth and change. Especially over the last few years, but a recent turn of events led me to explore this realm more.
