WALL
She looks upon the wall,While others puzzle,
What does she see,
As she looks upon the wall.
She seems to cringe with fear,
Her features are withered away.
They try to comfort her,
She doesn't want to hear.
What they had to say,
Her hair turned a bleach white.
It's where her life ended and begun,
She watched as they fell one by one.
All that was left was a bloody mess,
Death was inevitable to everyone.
She huddled up within herself.
Her frame was slight and small,
The shock and horror of it all.
Hit her hard for one so young,
As she looks upon the wall.
Her parents were killed that night,
Emotions flooded her, Not fear.
She only spoke six words,
I wish you would all disappear.
For her dead mum and dad.
A powerful witch child dreams,
She awakes to an empty world.
For there's no one left alive,
To hear her when she screams.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2023-03-10 at 10:08
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