A gothic novellette

• Josh Terlick, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2004

She had nothing left. No one could see her cry
No one could hear her shout. No one would ask her why
With hate and fear in every thought, she reached for the sharpest knife
For she couldn’t find a reason or a place for her in this life

Falling tears
She won’t forget
Broken trust
Her Gothic Novelette

No one understood him. No one even tried
He was left to fight for himself, but he pushed himself aside
He was denied a real chance and so he gave up hope
When they found him lifeless in his room his best friend was the rope

Screaming souls
He won’t forget
Forsaken lives
His Gothic Novelette