The Brook
Ice on the Mountian tops
Fish in the river
A brook babbles of lost tragidies
Days a gone
Years all wasted
Her song is sad and garbled
Tragidy surrounds her
Long does she drone on
Sharing her missery with all who pass
Long does her suffering last
Sunshine does nto her sorrow break
Never does her darkness lift
Forreverchained to her dispair
Wilt her shackles never break
A continuous chain of eternal night
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Megan McNea
I am a young author. My poetry comes from my experiences and from my heart. I was Born in Denver Colorado and I have grown up in the foster care system till the age of 13. When I was adopted at 13 my life started to turn around.
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