The sun's light is slowly showing,
The birds sing gracefully,
Their voices shine through the snow,
I hear a voice that's calling me,
It's begging me to come home.
I wake up in the morning light,
Wishing I never ran,
My mother shall be devastated,
It's going not as I planned.
I miss my friends so dearly,
I wish I could go home,
The sun and birds are my only friends,
I shall always be alone.
Why will no one wake me,
From my plague of dreams,
Which quickly turn to nightmares,
All I hear is my screams.
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Elyssa Derka
Name is Elyssa, I also go by Lyssi. I write poems mostly but sometimes short stories.
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