Alone again on winters eve,
A girl sits revising her past,
Past memories playing back like flash cards,
Images that show a different life to this
...
Rustle, tear, rip and bite,
The office sounds taken over by the sound of a zoo at feeding time,
People stretching and reaching for the fridge,
Habit causes this 12.45 activity,
...
Oh! Gentle day
Has awoken me,
Oh! Effortless morning has engaged me into its arms,
The drapes drawn,
...
My name is Hannah, I am 20 years of age and I reside in England, Essex to be precise. I have loved writing ever since I was a little girl, poetry in particular. Over this coming year from 17/1/07 I'm attempting to write a poem a day to describe my feelings and emotions within it. I am hoping that this year I will start a degree course in Creative Writing and continue to pursue my dream of becoming a published writer.)
Observation Of A Girl
Alone again on winters eve,
A girl sits revising her past,
Past memories playing back like flash cards,
Images that show a different life to this
A life of laughter, joy and compassion,
A time where everyone cared and no one judged.
The girl who sits with her back to the door lets out a sigh,
You can't see her anymore,
Her head slumps down and her body shudders,
The outsider closes the door,
Sometimes it is better to pretend you haven't seen,
No-one cares, no one wills to.
People turn their heads the other way,
Rather than to help a young girl survive another day.
Daybreak comes a visitor opens the girl's door,
They find her lying; a mess on the floor,
She had given up hope,
Because that's the only thing she'd seen people do before.
I have come, Sire, to complain of one of your subjects who has been so audacious as to kick me in the belly.
Yah can you? ? ? ? ? I whould rilly like to see that! ! ! ! ! !