Withering thin

by Alisa   Aug 23, 2006


Cry Cry out loud
No one hears
Under a tree
Not shaded from
thee rain
Lightening strikes
feeling my pain

Can't people
understand , they
have no shame.

Can't people at
least pretend

Speaking to walls
that don't whisper
a soul

In vain I sit
here curled in
a ball.

Under a tree
Lighting covers the
Truth to be told

I am but one
thoughts roam

Written By,
alese

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