by Zakiyya Couldn't you cry a little less, it would make me feel more at ease in such shallow waters, it would lower the thunders voice and cover scared children. I’d ask you to cry a little less,
hoping for the thunder to stop But the uproar only brings lighting, soaking up screams from pillows and words from story books. I’d really wish for you to cry less, to stay hidden in cowardly nights hide from the loud and the bright to not let the rain wash your dreams that stick to your bed sheets. But I’d beg you to stop crying in whole. To challenge the storm that brought the thunder, Let the rain submerge fear and every cowardly night. Til the street lamps have no need to longer bring light. Speak words only from story books Words to uncover scared children. Speak only words that blow the storm away Till there is no longer the thunder. Comments are closed.
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The Megalodonarchives
February 2021
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