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Ashlyn Smith Aug 2016
The thunder clashed on the dreary day
And the house became a cave
Every light was off in sight
And our shadows became our slaves

The streets were empty with doom
As we locked ourselves in a room
And the shutters couldn’t be saved

But as we watched our home be torn
By the dreadful New England storm
We knew we had to be brave
Ashlyn Smith Aug 2016
The moon and the stars combined as one
To reveal the beauty of the sky
While the sun stayed hidden from the darkened night
Only to soon reunify

A glimpse of hope shone in her eyes
While standing all alone
She was lost, and now was found
The Earth was her home

She had dreamt about the good old days
When there were people in her life
To wake up and only realize
It would all end with a knife

Depression always took over her
She’d fall right in its traps
But stars shine the brightest
When they’re starting to collapse

— The End —