I watched the tree,
Fall with a thump.
As you whistled it's leaves..
You hit that hat,
Off the man.
As he stampered to grab it quickly.
Before the hat,
Blew away in the air you breathe out.
The silent hiss,
You made as I was sleeping,
Oh the soothing sound.
(I walked around the school reading this to people, questioning what they think im talking about.)
YOU ARE READING
A Handful Of Darkness
PoetryDreams turn to nightmares, Nightmares turn to dreams. Wishes turn to fears, Or maybe that's what we believe. Tears turn to smiles, And the pain goes away. Maybe one day, You'll be okay.
