Gone Read Count : 16

Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

Left alone in the alley she stands clutching her jacket, 

Its a cool breezy night,

She listens to the racket.


She hears the screams,

The whispers of despair,

Floating through the wind,

Brushing through her hair.


She sings with the trees, 

Swaying with the leaves,

Doesn't even care,

If anyone sees.


Who she is,

In the alley at night,

Come into the dark with her,

She'll give you such a fright.


No one dares to ask,

What she has done,

For the ones that do,

Are already gone.

Comments

  • Apr 20, 2019

  • Maurice  Beres

    Maurice Beres

    Really great Love it

    Apr 20, 2019

  • Apr 20, 2019

  • Apr 21, 2019

  • Apr 21, 2019

  • Apr 22, 2019

  • so amazing

    May 09, 2019

  • Isabella Watkins

    Isabella Watkins

    thank you

    May 09, 2019

Log Out?

Are you sure you want to log out?