Submitted by Hannah W. on Thu, 03/29/2012 - 19:03

she was a girl in a forest with no trees
he was a boy of fire and blind belief.
it was Chicago, planes flew overhead
now she's in bed
fast asleep.

and who will wake her from her dreams?
who dares disturb her restless peace?
everything he knows blazing wild to ash
flames won't catch
eyes won't meet.

in constant noise, she does not speak
through clouds of smoke, he cannot see.
she takes her bitter pills to swallow
forget those hollow

she's still lost in the forest with no trees
the fires charred his boy-beliefs.
it's not Chicago, planes fly overhead
and she's in bed
fast asleep.


Author's age when written


So love it! Great rythmn and great images!!!! This is how I am trying to learn how to write poetry.... its taking me some practice.... so hard. You are awesome!


The Holy Spirit is the quiet guest of our soul." -St. Augustine