A Dark Morning Poem by Tifany Miya

A Dark Morning



One bright morning
I woke up and sighed
Got out of the house, yawning
All broken, windows and doors
Skeletons, laying on the floor
I didn't like those people, barely
I don't feel sorry about them, really
I hated them all!
They died, oh well
Who cares about them
They just finished the theme
Of my poem
Wrote in a storm

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