It's been a week since the day the rain left. They locked me in the closet because they were afraid of me. That's what I try to tell myself late at night when I can't sleep because I keep hearing their jeers and jabs. I keep thinking I'm still stuck in that little closet. I keep fearing that they'll never let me out. But mostly, I keep imagining what it was like to have felt the warm sun upon my face. It'll be many years before I see it again...will they lock me in another closet, or worse? It's been a week since the day the rain came back...and it just keeps raining...and I can't quit crying.
Written by: Blogger Teacher
I like your poem, very creative. I like her point of view :)
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