Wails and cries echo halls,
Clattering of objects hitting floors,
Locking myself in my room,
Like a prisoner in a cell,
Petrified of the happenings of downstairs.
Being curious I held downstairs,
As I see him walking out I felt sorrowful,
I dashes across the room to hug him,
I wish it had lasted longer,
But before I knew it he was gone.
“Was it my fault?” I uttered
“Did I do something wrong?”
After a few months I still felt disappointed
Then I heard a knock
It was him, standing on the wooden porch
Now here I am, happier than ever
Giggles and delight in the room
Happiness all around me
More colors in the world
And one happy ending.
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