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.
