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I stood outside, the soft moon light shined down as I thought about the day were everyone in your family gathers up, I cried, with no one left my heart was left black, fragile and beaten down but the emotion of recent fights, I wished to be like everyone else and have a family but I was alone at the dinner table with a huge selection of Thanksgiving food. My plate became a holder for the tears from my eyes, I wished my mother was here, and everyone got along, but the shadows were gone that day, the noise, the wind, everything, I cried the whole night thinking of that and wonderd will I live through this or end up in the ground in the cemetary.
 PoeticKitsune · Wed Nov 22, 2006 @ 04:51am · 6 Comments |
