Destruction.A Poem by Jenna Marie
My tears have turned into a river of sorrow,
That spread into a stream of broken dreams. The stream of broken dreams sprouted a flower of pain. Next to that flower, a tree of fears began to grow. The fruit that blossomed from the tree of fears were nightmares. All these surround me. What happened to my river of happiness? To my stream of dreams? To my flower of love? To my tree of hope? To my fruit of faith? To my Wonderland? I can't find it anymore. I can only find this horrid Wasteland. © 2010 Jenna Marie |
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Added on July 15, 2010 Last Updated on October 17, 2010 AuthorJenna MarieCincinnati, OHAboutMy name is Jenna. I'm twenty-two years old. Writing has been one of my passions since my freshman year in high school. Writing is my escape from my reality, whether I'm good at it or not, I'll sti.. more..Writing
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