A Brooding Soul

Oh, I heard the maiden brooding,
Near the icy monstrous waters.
Her cries shattering the winds
Into a million pieces, quarter by quarter
I felt something wasn’t right,
Were her feelings slaughtered?
Heard her angelic voice, but crying.
Of course, she did not deserve this,
Deserved this, not even her soul.
Who tried to hurt her?
Who dared to kill that innocent soul?
These questions came as a tornado within me,
But these will forever be unknown.
Had the world known this brooding maiden,
Had the world bothered to hear her soul
Maybe her fears were nipped in the bud
Maybe the maiden was brooding no more.
But alas the brooding maiden
Embraced her pain and the cold
This is a sad story of
a soul that grows unloved, untold.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Sara is fantastic at projecting her emotions. She would thrive as an animal conservationist. But she must remember not to shy away from human
company. Sadly, she is not a child anymore. She is finding her own way. Excellent. I wish I could put her in touch with a young animal conservationist friend of world renown now. She is a very open person. Let me know.
Thank you everyone …. She feels encouraged and happy.
Amazing creativity accompanied by excellent vocabulary for a 9 year old
Sara is truly gifted child .Looking forward to more of her poetry