I danced and I sang
When you came crashing cruelly
The darkness turned on
About the Creator
Tanya Lei
In a blank space, captivating words flow freely to create something that has not existed before.
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Winterthorne
Winterthorne stood alone at the edge of the park. The beautiful snow that had surrounded him was all trampled now, from the feet of all of the children who had built him. He missed the sparkly clean snow blanket, but he was happy that so many children had come out to make him.
By Laura DePace4 days ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
I love how the poem leaves space for the reader to feel the impact of that crash.
Very relatable lass. Well written imagery
This made me think of depression. Loved your poem!