Pouring Tears Poem by Sarah Pesta

Behind a valley where wind is quiet
Nightmares are slowly lurking away from the shadows

Wheat fields are swaying against vigorous force
Leaves are blowing in circles in the air

A twister of a destroyed creation
Receiving its revenge on what it has done

Horrific sights such as this bring chaos to my mind
Locked in a place where light is not found

My imagination of once peaceful scenery
Has broken and shattered right before my eyes

Why have I let this happen to me so quickly
No one can even hear me in this terrible hour

Knowing no one can save me from the worst
All I can do is pour out all of my tears