The Green Grass MeadowA Poem by Abby L. This is a thinker. Use your brain! There was a green grass meadow isolated and alone The remains of laughter That many had known This green grass meadow was not very different from the green grass pasture that wasn’t very distant But something about this meadow made many feel comfort and security Could it be the long soft greens? Could it be the dancing flowers? No matter what you were insured many hours of peace and hope and restoration of the lost inside the nation This green grass meadow was a very mystic place with tress all around in ever displace But there was something lurking there if you turned around surely you’d stare The thing that inhabited the green grass meadow was non-other than the cause of its growing low What could’ve been done? The thing cannot be beat It has long nails and basks in everyones defeat “Its just too much! Just give up!” they would say There echoes of laughter long faded away Had they forgotten the joy that was shared? The peace that was given? Have they forgotten how much despair? “The despair reeked us into turmoil!” I said “Should we go back to the days of horror and let it uncoil?” They grew silence I had won Only my journey had just now begun The meadow so lonely was there now discrete The thing lay in a heap It had only wanted to observe the joy and watch the love, was that too much for this thing? It had broiled in melancholy stuck in defeat When a little boy stumbled out before its feet The little boy looked at it in disbelief Then a big silly grin spread from cheek to cheek “You like this place too?” He asked “Aren’t you amazed at the wonders it proves?” The thing could not reply he was in shock for a little friend given him a chance to talk The thing opened its mouth, sharp teeth showing then let out a wail, gawking The wail rose up in it’s throat and it’s sadness unleashed causing his emotions to go on a feast The little boy patted it’s back in support and it realized this was it’s last resort The thing cried and cried until it had no more tears It had not cried for years The little boy was still there patting his side When I walked in filled with pride I was ready to defeat the beast that taken away our pleasure Even though it had to come to this measure They needed the peace, it was in demand So I need to step up and take it in hand With my sword and my shield I stood before them Ready for the mayhem I was bestowing them I ran forward to the thing and plunged my sword blindly Only to realize the agony The little boy had jumped out in front of the thing I could not be sure of what I had just slain The boy went white His eyes were cold But he looked back into the thing A grin engraved on his long gone face I did not want this. It was not the plan I never thought of the stakes at hand The thing stricken with grief over its first friend Ran back into the shadows where it first began “Is this how it is?” I asked them “Is how it works out?” The murder of a innocent boy, by me, without a doubt? Who was the monster? Who was the problem? Was it them, who needed comfort? Was it them who got involved? Was it innocence that took action? Was it the thing that thought selfishly? Who was the selfish, horrible being that wished this upon us? Was it the green grass meadow? Isolated and alone The remains of laughter That many had known? © 2015 Abby L.Author's Note
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Abby L.ALAboutHello! I'm Abby! I write various things, but my main content is poetry. I'm from Alabama, USA. I'm involved in various hobbies, but I have a strong passion for music and most of the arts. I'm not ver.. more..Writing
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