Bottled emotion

As a child to a young teenager, I didn't express the times that I was really sad or hurt. When I started High School, I composed all of that emotion into this poem.

First Drop of Fear

Thunder rumbling, lightning flashes.
I look up to the sky as a raindrop hits my cheek,

already wet with tears.

A glance,

nothing more and a child's laughter fades away.

Hopes and dreams,

with just a single squeeze,

can cause them to break.

A room with an unfinished painting.

A lost toy.

Feeling tired and alone.

As you wander in a scorching desert,

under a blazing sun.

Miles of dry sand,

accompanied by the sharp breath of a dragon.

An accident,

with death at the door,

It wouldn't have hurt you so much,

were it not for the loved one inside.

A glass figurine teeters and falls.

Shattering into tiny hazardous daggers.

The silence.

The stillness.

I wipe away my tears,

as rain continues to fall.