So much brutality
So much loss
Why won't it ever stop?
The leaves fall to the floor
Sometimes joining the corpses scattered below
There's unpleasant sights that children will grow up to see
The bombs, the hate and the cutting down of trees
Trees they might have danced, sang, and sat around
Now watching as they fall to the ground
Snowflakes fall
Coldness now starting to match the world
We live where we're no longer free
Not allowed to grow up in the way we want to be.
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Bethany Hollis
I'm just someone who loves writing poems, reading and nature along with multiple fandoms ;)
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I sat alone in a darkened room. The light flickered through the window due to the odd car that flew past at high speed. The quiet yet deafening tick of the clock spread throughout the rooms of this forbidden house, the creaking of wooden floorboards groaning above me while I read. The dusted parchments littered the floor and my legs as I scanned through them, a curious fleck of amazement flickering in my sharp blue eyes that absorbed the information carefully spread across the paper.
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