Category: Writers Block
Her song is lost,
her heart is gone.
Her time is near,
but she has no fear,
for whin she cries,
alone she lies,
among the trees and sand.
No one is there,
to take her hand,
and no one is there to hold her,
but still she lies,
alone she cries,
among the trees and sand.
It hurts to move,
because of her grevous wound,
but still she's strong,
and walks along,
her sight so clear.
She has no fear.
Wow, I liked this. I kind of wish it was a little longer though.
a great poem and well written. But not all poems have to rhyme. How long have you been writing?
Excellent & powerful I like it.
Not vary long. I love writing stories. And that poem just popped into my head.