Ocean

the little girl runs on the sand,

with the wind blowing her hair as her mother drags her away,

she is sad she cannot stay,

she loves the place where she used to stand,

the world is cold,

she cannot hear but only see anf feel,

warm tears drip down her face ,

but she did as she was told,

she went to bed and the next day she sat by the window still,

grayish droplets fell against the glass going at a fast pace,

no one understood her very well,

it's complicated to tell,

she is deaf  and nobody knows what she goes through,

with four other sibblings who would taunt and  tease not many knew,

five days later she lay dead,

so many had nothing that needed to be said,

her happiness couldn't be dead it could be only fed,

who knew where all of their hate crimes led,

the ocean made har happy,

painting and drawing made her smile,

at least it did for a long while,

her soul is with the ocean