The shouts always come,
At the darkest of light.
The screams always follow,
Later that night.
Everyday she dreads the next,
Everyday she wakes, perplexed.
She looks through her window,
While holding her pillow.
She prays to the stars,
Hoping for no scars.
But no matter how much,
She howls at the moon,
Her voice only shudders throughout that room.
YOU ARE READING
Read This Before The End of The World
Poetry- A collection of poems that everyone must read before the end is among us.
