Cold
poem by:
Selena Mack
Written
on May 13, 2015
It was cold, grey and dark. My brother knee deep in a river. The stream could not quench his spark. My father working with the man next door, Laying tile in a pattern: white black, light dark. My mother on the sofa, wanting something more. My friend across the town, at the county fair. She's with her boyfriend, forgot about me. I smiled sad, and said I did not care. Alas, my words were laced with lies. And so it was cold, grey and dark On the day that I died.
Tags: sad, love, deep, confused, imagery,
