It was a shadowy night,
The wind pushing and snapping trees,
The lightning like a silent torch,
The thunder bellowing sadness,
...
We have watched them,
They are blind to us,
Under constant fear of invasion they lived,
Then it happens,
...
It is a disease spreading from person to person,
Infecting them all,
It is death,
Carrying you screaming away,
...
The sky a diamond,
Not a problem in sight,
The breeze crisp as an apple,
Everything under our control,
...
It is the cheetah,
Racing after its prey,
Then catching up,
And ripping it to shreds,
...
I can feel it coming for me,
Death is beckoning my soul,
I have flash backs,
Of the pity and sorrow throughout my life,
...
Is it really necessary,
To purge our neighbors of there land with guns,
To send our brothers to the cemetery,
And still think of these sins as acts of valor,
...
I am an 8th grader who took a liking to poetry.)
Sadness
It was a shadowy night,
The wind pushing and snapping trees,
The lightning like a silent torch,
The thunder bellowing sadness,
Finally it reaches me,
It grabs me and doesn't let go,
It is now my prison,
I cannot escape,
Sadness controls me now,
The emotion burrowing deep inside of me,
It blinds me of the joys of life,
It confines me to only darkness,
Then again the lightning burns the sky,
The thunder bellows nothing but sadness,
Stronger this time,
I have to fight this,
I must,
I can,
I try,
I do not succeed,
The bonds are too strong,
I struggle,
I wriggle,
I writhe,
But nothing seems to be able to free me,
Nothing.