Sorrow: The Worst Kind of PainA Poem by Wandering BardNeed I say what happens to this girl?...Thud, thud, thud. The sound of feet pounding ground, Ground leading to home. Running away, Running away from a horrid day. Cough, cough, cough. The sound of being drowned, Drowned in sorrow. Can’t sleep, Can’t sleep as I weep. Nothing, nothing, nothing. No sound from the girl; Nothing but the whisper of a last sigh.
© 2008 Wandering BardAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on April 16, 2008 Last Updated on April 18, 2008 AuthorWandering BardJefferson, GAAboutMy real name is Justin and I live in Jefferson, GA. I currently have a MySpace page dedicated to the writers of the world called Writers Rock (www.myspace.com/writersrock), and I update it frequently... more..Writing
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