and she tried to scream
louder than the thunder
but her voice still felt
too small.
c.d.
a/n: I wrote a bunch of small poems like this one the other day, so I will be posting these. yet I won't be on here until Sunday; I have a Girl Scout camp to attend. So everyone go enjoy your weekend.
YOU ARE READING
1:46 a.m.
PoetryA collection of poems, most written at extremely late, or should I say extremely early, times of the day, when my mind can truly bleed its thoughts onto paper.
