07-22-2007, 08:16 AM
...A poem I wrote when I was thirteen -- and somehow managed to remember... But anyway... Just felt like sharing.
Small child
All alone
In the dark
With no-one caring.
Sees a flower
On the wall
Sweet flower,
Beautiful flower.
Nothing exists,
But you and the flower...
And the music.
Inside your mind
You can hear the music.
Humming sweetly.
Nothing else matters.
Not the world,
Not the sounds,
Not the outsiders.
But do not worry.
They will not come to harm you.
Not yet,
Small child.
Small child
All alone
In the dark
With no-one caring.
Sees a flower
On the wall
Sweet flower,
Beautiful flower.
Nothing exists,
But you and the flower...
And the music.
Inside your mind
You can hear the music.
Humming sweetly.
Nothing else matters.
Not the world,
Not the sounds,
Not the outsiders.
But do not worry.
They will not come to harm you.
Not yet,
Small child.
like this!!!