in the bleak winter
where everything is calm
the leafless trees rustle in the wind
speaking a language of there own
The girl walks down the path
listening for every sound
every step she took echoed in her mind
the life that she so hated
she felt dead to the world
at piece with nothing axcept
the trees in which she sought comfort,
where she had no enemies
movements all around her
tried to tell her, to talk to her
show her she was not alone in her pains
but naive as she was
she ignored the signs
thought they were there
to torcher and hurt her
and she never listen to her family
she thought she was alone
so wondered the path of life
truly iscolated from those around her.
Comments
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Very Good
she thought she was alone
so wondered the path of life
truly iscolated from those around her.
Good ending to this verse
Well said
Rick
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Like it.
You have an excellent grasp of the dark...I have read
some of your pieces now and have been impressed.
There are some spelling and other mistakes...like I said...I'm not a critic.
Well done...keep the faith.
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