Dark poem Stories

Haversack abandoned White birch tree grove Nevermind that my heart never drove so far from home Than when I set my sights on you. Ate eight grapes to forsake the forgiveness in your shade Petty grandstanding bastard Love-child-having, cutthroat stallion Your reins are better as a gallows rope You told me you loved me Even though you wanted me to repeat it back reciprocal My spirit cringed So I said ‘nope’ And walked away...

Sounds of yelling from a row house blare,No one hears, does anyone care? The yelling soon turns into a fight, But no one hears under darkness of night. A teenage girl works the street, Hoping to pay for something to eat, She knows in her heart it just ain’t right, But no one notices under darkness of night. A young man sits on a bench all alone, His clothes are all he can call his own, He can’t find work and money is tigh...