Obviously it's not very good, but my 'on command' poems almost never are.
I wrote this at the end of ninth grade for a poem assessment, where I had to identify three poetic elements of my own or someone else's poem. I wrote my own to save myself the trouble. I have rhyming, metaphors, and alliteration.
This is one of my few 'darkness to light' poems. They're not quite as numerous as my 'darkness' poems (such as Nighttime Sorrows), but I haven't written as many with that kind of dark theme as I did back in seventh grade when I was suicidal.
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Like the Rainclouds
The sky still looks gray
She’s flying, floating, falling
Yet another day
Tears sting her dark eyes
She’s standing, stepping, slipping
Silently she cries
Eyes like the rainclouds
She’s climbing, clinging, calling
Her warm tears, night shrouds
She sees a faint light
She’s reaching, running, racing
To catch if she might
She finds the night’s end
It’s fading, failing, fleeing
She’s found a good friend
