The sun is dimming, the wind is howling,
And the candle lamp starts to simmer low.
The floors creak , the mice scurry through the walls
And my dog whimpers by the door.
Days go by,every minute is Tick -Tock! Tick -Tock!
Pretty soon a year will pass.
The flowers will bloom in spring
And the bees will buzz in summer.
The leaves will fall in autumn,
But for now the winds will blow and snow will fall.
My mistakes have haunted me.
They repeat in my head over and over
Sitting in my worn out chair with a book in one hand.
The same book I have read many times before.
Just waiting.
I sit here every night, everyday.
No one ever visits me, at least not anymore.
The girl with little braids now lays upon the floor.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PuisiThese poems consist of small short stories and a little about myself. So yeah. They tell of creatures,trees,and far away places. And a lot more.
