A little pretext. I wrote this poem in november 2017, and I slightly improved it today. I enjoy creating stories and poems are a way that I did not try much before. I don't know much about it,...
A little pretext. I wrote this poem in november 2017, and I slightly improved it today. I enjoy creating stories and poems are a way that I did not try much before. I don't know much about it, except the few things I learned in school and i can't remember most of it. Also english is my second language and there might be some words that don't fit in.
The changes in lines and rythm are intended to match the story.
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To stop my rambling: Feel free to leave criticism. I plan to make poetry my hobby so any tips, comments, feedback and thoughts are appreciated.
Somewhere, deep in the wild Layed there, Cold a little child. It wasn't very long ago, The rotten did not show, All consuming deafening silence, Pierced only by crows crying violent. What happened here? She ran from fear. To escape the grasp, Of the ones she hold dear. One soul has passed before her, Taking with his life, The only thing she ever strived Her mother, father and her brother Two of these caused the disaster. It began with a fight, In a cold winter night, Snow falling lightly, And the ice growing wildly. Suddenly the moment when all seemed to fly Death was potent Coming in the blink of an eye. Crushed by the car's roof, Not needing any more proof. The little boy left, She cried over his death Sad things passed and bad will follow. To escape the sorrow Two chose their paths Alcohol in mornings and nights, Followed by overbearing fights, Inbetween this shit Was one little kid Treated like air, It was just not fair Her family's break, Was the last thing she could take She ran into the woods, Only on foot. Soon she lost her trail And soon after she wailed. In her last thoughts she met her god. Looked him deep in the eye And pierced him with a knive Somewhere, deep in the wild Layed there, Cold a little child.
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