Paper

• Kaitlin Patterson, Grade 4
• Poetry
• 2015

The paper screamed at the top of his lung,
When hundreds of words hit his tongue,
Words and more words came in and out,
Screaming and shouting without a doubt,
The paper was lost in a sea of rhyme,
He cried and words began to form in time,
When the poet stopped, the paper fell into a sleep,
Goodnight paper, now I won't hear a peep.