Plovers cries

Hum to the rain

sing to the thunder

Smile to the words

Grin to the hate

Like a plovers scream

the light of life will beam

until...

until....

until.....

Until what?

Whats next?

What comes after all of this

More rain

More screams of the howling plovers

A rip tide of cries

a blanket of hands over the mouth of sound

For all I know

I could be mute already

the voice was never mine

but to the others it was my crime

Reviews

[Govind singh]

Wow such a lovely, sweet poem..I really enjoyed it:)

[Ghoul]

Thankyou! I'm glad you did :)

[Davidgeo]

You write good for a teenager.

If you don't forget to challenge and refine yourself on a daily basis you might turn into somehting wonderful.

[Ghoul]

Thankyou so much! I appreciate that