Elena Plotkin Poems
I grew up with a bunch of others,
Just me with my sisters and brothers.
When I was younger, I was green and tough,
But as I grew older, I discovered life could be rough.
I changed and grew softer, some called me yellow.
But I was no coward, just a very cautious fellow.
Because where I come from you never know the day,
That your whole family gets eaten or just carted away.
Thoughts Of Death
Thoughts of death come on swift,
Like a tightly clenched fist.
If the wound is deep,
blood will seep.
If the thoughts linger,
there'll be an itchy trigger finger.
If the thoughts grow louder,
there'll be plenty of gun powder.
If the thoughts grow quiet,