A young child sits under a bridge, her hands gingerly holding a music box that was gifted from her dearest parents.
She began winding the box up.
She gently weeps at the lonely melody.
Her hands are cold, so very cold.
She tired, too tired.
She's sitting on the cold ground.
It's dead silent under the bridge, not a soul daring to be there.
Or heard.
It's cold, she's cold.
She can barely feel anything.
She so desperately wants sleep.
Her back against the cold concrete of the bridge.
Her boots are broken, her socks as well.
It's cold, she's cold.
She tired too, she wants sleep.
But somethings not letting her rest.
Her eyes are heavy, she feels heavy.
She wants to go home.
She feels warm, everything feels warm now.
Her eyelids are falling, she tries to keep them up no matter how desperately she wants to sleep.
She can't let herself.
She's alone, so very alone.
She closes her eyes.
Everything's
Quiet
She's not tired anymore, she's happy.
She feels like she isn't alone anymore.
Like there's someone waiting for her.
Someone that wants her.
Someone that cares about her.
Someone that loves her.
Someone that won't abandon her.
The melody's fading though.
Maybe it's just finished?
It doesn't matter though.
She's happy.
She's asleep.
She's not tired.
She's not alone.
She's not abandoned.
She's not cold.
She's not worried.
She's not unsafe.
She's not alone, but in someone's arms.
She's not alive either.
I hope you enjoyed, this isn't the stuff I usually do.
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Just a bunch of short sad poems 😎
PoetryWrote this to satisfy the hunger of peeps waiting for me to be alive, no important characters, just some sad writing Update: ITS ALL POEMS, ITS ALL SAD
