TOBIE

Eyes that may have cried
a thousand tears, that only
seep into fine grain sand.
A body the age of 15, that
has raced with motherhood.
She sees only hardship
ahead, but hides it away,
behind a face
and heart dead of care.

Immature, and sliding down
the love ladder, to find, no one
throws sympathy her way.
She feels the breeze of
life turning away from
her long and hard path.
And wipes all hope away.
By: Amanda Cox age 16

(I wrote this poem about a girl at my school.)

 

 

 

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