Bright eyes, loud voice, wide smile
Chit-chat buzzing through the air
But she's quiet, silence for a while
A quirk of her lips and a snicker as a dare
Dull eyes, no voice, unseen smile
The comforting clack of keys loud in the dark
All but one of her creations jammed into a small file
In the 5 a.m lull, there's a little chirp of a lone lark
Closed eyes, peaceful rest, pale blue lips frozen in a frown
There's a sermon being told as the gathered people cry
With a cherry wood box, her body laying down
The chirping lone lark takes to the sky
Hushed whispers and murmured sorrows
Her large family shoved into her tiny room
Her mother's wail and the other that follows
The lone lark would join her soon, flying through the gloom
Everything could soon return to normal
But when alone, her mother still cries
No event attended had ever so formal
And throughout the flight in the night, the lone lark dies
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Poems And Quotes
PoetryThis is a collection of poems and quotes from a time in a teenager's life when she thought she had nothing. In reality, the world had given her everything she had ever wanted; a family, a lover, a friend. She's no longer there, not anymore, but she...
