Hush
Tell me how to start:
They might take your heart.
Now summer’s gone away
The colours fade to grey.
Hush
Tick tock the clock.
Though try, you cannot talk.
All the years they fly,
And everything must die.
Hush
What now shall we play?
They knock. Please go away.
What then shall we see?
Quickly, turn the key.
Hush
We laughed at fate now dead.
The answer must be said.
You scream unto the sky,
And no one will reply.
Hush
I love poems that use any kind of refrain. And "hush" is so onomatopoetic!
ReplyDeleteI agree with Cara! I really like this way of a poem with sound and imagery. Thanks!
ReplyDeleteWell played ;)
ReplyDeleteFabulous! :-)
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