This poem is old, but I haven't posted any poetry in ages! So I'm going back through my schoolwork to find some... I'm going to get to writing again this Spring/Summer. Some stuff that isn't so dismal...
She reached into her pocket
And withdrew a dream.
And as she brought it out,
She too withdrew, it seemed
From things that were no more,
And now would never be:
Clenched within a resolved fist,
Setting her soon free.
Cast unto the burning flames
Consuming care-worn note,
Every bit removed forever...
Every word he wrote.
Copyright Hannah Scarlett 2013
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