The house was silent
In the night
And the winds blew
Through streets without light.
Not a baby cried
In the block
Nothing was heard
Except the family clock.
Of the silent home
Four slept inside
But was soon to be three
For one of us died.
The youngest of us four
Left in a hurry
To go up into heaven,
We love you Chloe.
The sun rose
And Mom awoke
But when she looked over,
What she saw made her choke.
In loving memory of my little sister, Chloe Reine Eve Eulitz. I love you, dork.
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The Emotional Collection Of A Small Town Nobody's Poetry
ПоэзияNobody lived their life in a small town. They lived by scraping by, through undiagnosed depression and anxiety. Throughout middle and high school, they turned to poetry to vent. These are the poems they kept for themself. Some, no one else has read...
