Elvengirl10: Well I'm back with another poem. Thanks to all who reviewed the last one. You what the scary things about these poems...I always write them when I'm at a religious camp. This one was written at my youth retreat. Hope you all enjoy it. It's about Raistlin, soul forge-era.
Inside
The house is dark
The lights are off
Silence rules
Outside
The city is bright
The lights are on
The air is filled with noise
He sits alone in a room
Among the books and papers.
He stares out the window
Disgusted and envious.
Come join us, his brother offered.
Like always.
No, it's all right, he'd reply
Like always.
He preferred to be alone.
He knew what they thought of him anyway.
But was that true?
Was he truly disliked?
Or was it his thoughts?
Maybe he should go
Maybe it would be fun.
But what if it wasn't.
What if no one spoke to him?
What if no one noticed?
The decision.
The worry.
The emotion.
What to obey?
What to heed?
What should he do?
What should we all do?
Elvengirl10: hope you like it...please review. No flames please.