The day was fair
The wind blew my hair
But then it all went bad
It started to rain
I felt a pain
I went inside
While the wind blew by
Then a bad storm appeared
I woke up in a bed
Then the doctor said
Your parents did not make it
They are dead
I went to the store sad as can be
But then the alarms went off so I had to flee
I went to the library so I could read
Because when I read I feel free
I lay on the ground of a nearby sidewalk
And I found a toy that could talk
Later I felt bored
So I started to sleep on the floor
When I woke up I saw my dad
Then I realized it was not all bad
Then I see
It was a dream
I saw my mom
And I gleamed
Yet that was also a dream.
My parents are truly deceased
- Author: Nathan Tent ( Offline)
- Published: May 12th, 2023 10:35
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 5
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