The Purple Elephant

Jenn2009

 

 

He stomped his feet and roared in anger, desperately trying to get their attention.

He didn't understand why they never acknowledged his existence.

It was as if he was invisible to them. Could they not see? Could they not hear?
How could they not?

For with each passing day he grew. And the space in which they lived became smaller.

They never once realized that ignoring the problem made it bigger.

But there in the corner Trouble the elephant sat confused. With his purple skin scattered with pink polka dots on a old lumpy rug. That covered all the things the people were tying to forget.

 

  • Author: Jenn2009 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 1st, 2018 08:34
  • Comment from author about the poem: Hope you enjoy this one.
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  • Heartwriter

    Great images. Well done!

    • Jenn2009

      Glad you liked it 😊

    • dusk arising

      He gonna explode one day!

      Cute message.

      • Jenn2009

        Lol!! Probably. Thanks 😊

      • dusk arising

        He gonna explode one day!

        Cute message.



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