Tired Child

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The train runs away from here
as the rain pounds away
the wind whispers secrets to the streetlamps
as the flowers turn to pray
the grass bends over backwards
and the trees stretch and moan
the moon drifts to sleep
as it goes home
a single tear falls
from a tired face
feeling even though everything goes on
everythings falling out of place





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Thesilentraven This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 25, 2010 at 7:43 pm
This is a very beautiful poem and you articulated the feeling very well. I love the line 'the wind whispers secrets to the streetlamps.' Although you wrote it about things falling apart, I found it very calming.
 
Ann__ replied...
Aug. 25, 2010 at 7:45 pm
Thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed it ;)
 
Thesilentraven This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Aug. 25, 2010 at 7:59 pm
Could you read some of my work? My pieces are desperately hungry for comments. So sorry to bother you, but I couldn't ignore their desperate plea for attention.
 
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