I sense it in the wind
There is a hopeless feeling there
The worst is just around the bend
But no one seems to care
I scream it loud
The horrors I dream
I build a shroud
To calm the scene
But do they notice how I feel
And will they see
How much it hurts me
I guess it's not to be
What will become of all my friends
Will my actions affect them then
Yet still I scream
Why can't they hear
Though I'd like to join the crowd
It's no enthusiastic cloud
But do they notice how I feel
Or is it just some big ordeal
No
I think not
It's never to become
They are all done
YOU ARE READING
Letters, Short Stories, and Poetry
PoesiaThis is just a small collection of poetry and very short, short stories I've written over the years. Of course I'm only fourteen so it will probably build and grow into more than a small collections but we will see.
