Gazebo
Sitting alone
Lost in thought
Lightening crackles
Across threatening sky
Forlorn little girl
Mood as the changing scene
Thunder roars
As if matching the cry
Of her breaking heart
Wind beats on unprotected sides
In the Gazebo where she sits
Far away from the world
The roof above her only protection
Her wordless sigh
Looking up at the tormented sky
Foolish little girl
Searching for love
Losing herself along the way
Rain pouring in
Cold encircling exposed skin
Numb
She feels nothing
But the hurt within
She hears nothing
But the wind
Echoing the screams of her heart
Forlorn little girl
Far away from the world
Aloof in her Gazebo
Trying to block the many thoughts
Of him
Labels: poetry
posted by Einfach Warten at 6:06 PM
9 Comments:
This is the best poem I have read of yours...its really really good!!!!
Tanks Maury!
Wishy Washy :-P thats me sticking my tongue out at you
Brat! Why can't you be more mature?
I didn't know you were a blooming poet. It was good. I like it.
SPATULA!
thank you??
thank you for your comment on my blog. It really touched a certain chord in a most excellent way. :)
Interesting poem miss alli. I didn't know that you were a poet though I should've assumed. However, that being said, I thoroughly enjoyed and appreciated this poem. Although it's too depressing, but I guess I shouldn't be saying that. lol.. :)
I'm glad you were touched in a "most excellent way" and I'm even glader that you said "most excellent way" lol...I am not a poet by any stretch of the imagination...this one was a fluke...
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