A Poem I wrote, I hope if this
problem ever crosses you, you think of this<3 ;
She sat there, her eyes pink and bloated. A dry hand held her
bitter, close to lifeless heart. A knife sat infront of her, as did
her passport to Hevean. A dog barked, a bird chriped, and the wind
blew a crisp sent of apples into the flat, stale air. The
girl's eyes dripped a drop of thick liquid, and it cascaded its
way down her cheek and on her chin, splattering onto her pale
thieghs. A new text, a new stab in the back. As predicted the knife
was lifted up to her clamy wrists. Her mind raced, white was a thin
sliver of pain in her eyes. Then a tree fell outside the window.
The splintering crack made her look. She got up and walked to the
now broken window. knife still in hand. With her left hand she
reached out and felt along the smooth edges of the tree's new
leaves. They were new. So much to learn, and time
to grow, to litterally see the world. But now just gone,
because the harsh wind, took it down, and the tree let it. The girl
grew up to be a doctor, learning so much about this simple tree
that had fallen in her yard all those years ago....
Next time you pick up
that knife or weapon, think of the tree, and its layers of
unrevealed talents, that could be you .
A Poem I wrote, I hope if this problem ever crosses you, you
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xohailz · 1 decade ago
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thaanks SO muchh.(: