Oh, How They Run!

November 30, 2008
By
The Rain Falls.
Engrossed in a clear box,
The children run.

Shielded from the drops of blissful joy,
Entangled in the box, the children yearn to break free.
Oh, how they run!

Each day in that box a new mystery,
A part of their young history.

Stuck in that cold, malevolent box,
They long to feel the rain.
To feel the tender sunshine, without it being explained.

Alas, the box is opened.
Oh, how the children run!

Their senses newly alive.
They lay their heads on the fresh, crisp beds of grass.
Oblivious to the evil, adhering to the aroma.
Childhood calls;
They run.





Join the Discussion

This article has 7 comments. Post your own now!

sjs5562 said...
Dec. 11, 2008 at 12:13 am
Wow, this is fantastic! amazing job.
 
becs521 said...
Dec. 7, 2008 at 8:30 pm
this is amazing!! i wish i could write like this!!
 
ajslms4lyfe said...
Dec. 7, 2008 at 8:23 pm
i love this.
 
starvingwriter245 said...
Dec. 7, 2008 at 8:19 pm
i can really relate to this poem, this is exactly how i felt! my favorite part is the ending. you're writing is really great
 
becs521 said...
Dec. 7, 2008 at 8:11 pm
this is amazing!! i wish i could write like this!!
 
bbfan2 said...
Dec. 7, 2008 at 10:32 pm
wicked poem the reference to the rain rocks
 
samara said...
Dec. 8, 2008 at 9:17 pm
This is amazing! You are so talented.
 
bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback