Darker Days.

• Jaycee Johnston, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2015

I stood there motionless,
staring at what used to be a home,
the wind running through my hair,
a million thoughts cloud my mind.

Moving slowly, silently, shivering, shaking,
the love between them, it was breaking, bit by bit like and old rope dangling from a branch.
Her screams a cry for help, her tears a waterfall of pain,
each day seemed years, each second a struggle even more.

The fights a storm
building up until you heard a loud "CRACK" of thunder.
Then silence, nothing but it.
Even the clouds would cry, cry for something better.

Wrecked we were, weep we would,
was it possible for this to turn out good?
She hated him but loved him more.
See why it was so hard to walk out the door?..