Silent RainA Poem by Joan ProbstHope is a bitter sweet moment
Silent Rain
Hale Strider Success was hers One last chance She will no longer be kicked by their spurs Now, it was just a dance Weaving through alleys Rain thumps windows Passing by Emily’s Now she is able to go *click* the sound of a gun Fear pierces her heart Her blood as hot as the sun She turns to feel a bitter bark Everything is still Everything is silent The ground is hard The rain is silent The gunman is still Her sobs are silent The world is still The rain is silent Her sweet release A bitter taste A moment still A moment silent © 2017 Joan ProbstAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorJoan ProbstAboutI am a poet and book/Short story writer. I write realistic crime, romance, mystery, and suspense stories and poems. Please feel free to write me constructive criticism :) more..Writing
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