The wind carries the whispers of forgotten children
These children cry out in hope for their mothers
To return
But these Children are Forgotten
Their mothers will never return for them
In this dark
Hidden
Island
Their mothers have forgotten
These young boys and girls
For this
Is the island
Of the dead.
YOU ARE READING
My Deep Writings?? (temp title)
PoetryThis is just a compilation of all of the randomnesses that I have written in my English Class. Not all of these are going to be poetry, and if I get enough comments to turn a poem into a story I will. -Thanks
