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A/N: Just a short poem I came up with as I was reading other works in this category.
"The Way Papa Once Did"
I beat the floor in despairing cries
Pleading for the world to take me away
I wish to go wherever Papa is
Away from the horror of this attic room
Which is screaming with rot and decay.
The wind whips away my howls
As the rain tears at the window
While I pour out my feelings to no one
In hopes that maybe someone, somewhere
Will hear my nostalgic calls for times long ago.
But there is no one around to heed my shouts
Nor to their noise forbid
And no one near by to heal my pain
To call me a "Princess" or hold me delicately
As the way Papa once did.
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A/N: Just a short poem I came up with as I was reading other works in this category.
"The Way Papa Once Did"
I beat the floor in despairing cries
Pleading for the world to take me away
I wish to go wherever Papa is
Away from the horror of this attic room
Which is screaming with rot and decay.
The wind whips away my howls
As the rain tears at the window
While I pour out my feelings to no one
In hopes that maybe someone, somewhere
Will hear my nostalgic calls for times long ago.
But there is no one around to heed my shouts
Nor to their noise forbid
And no one near by to heal my pain
To call me a "Princess" or hold me delicately
As the way Papa once did.
If you liked it, please review. If you did not like it, please review. If you don't know if you like it, still please review.