The small figure walked The dogs having fun The man tired of them Dragging the dog down The girl screamed stop It scared the girl The man wasn’t phased His face the same As her nightmares It was easy for him to hurt them The woman As cold as he Ignored them And all the small figure wanted Was for the pain to stop ------------------------------------------------------------------- Yes, I'm alive. I've had writers block for about a year now and this poem is quite old.
Me for the poem. Click the flag to listen to a song if you want. Hurt- Oliver Tree
