TooRomantic

I have no right to cry To shed these tears of sadness I have no right to feel grief For the loss of home I have home no longer No place of comfort, of familiar Old place gone, changed forever more New place cold, desolate Never to be mine None I have now, never to have again I have no right to cry For my petty problems No one wants to hear No One Not sister full of hate and despise Not father who believes it to be work of a woman Not mother who asks with worry Not wishing for truth but lies Lies of "fines" and "okays" I have no right to my sadness For others have lives of Starvation, sickness, hurt And yet I, with my pet

     The world was exploding. Or dying. Or burning in the fires of hell until it was reduced to ashes that would scatter into the air, never to be seen again. Or at least, that's what it felt like. I was in the park close to the house. Little kids ran around tagging and hiding. I sat on the small hill. High enough to see everything, but not be seen. The trees offered plenty coverage but still gave me a perfect view. Time passed slowly, but I was in no hurry either.     Too soon the children dispersed. They all left; eager to come again the next day. I found myself alone. There was no silence to accompany me; quite the opposite really. The