Creative Writing


Gentle winds beneath moonlit skies

Have you not heard my heartfelt cries?

Below the branches, way out hear

Can you not feel my pain and fear?

Near rushing creeks and quiet streams,

Listen for my saddened screams. 

Under an array of stars,

Do you not feel my jagged scars?

Quiet night, seek not my heart,

For simply … it has been torn apart.