Cry.

I heard.
From the backyard.
Someone crying.
A cry of help.
A cry of misery.
A cry of shame.
A cry of anger.
A cry of hate.
A cry of cheat.
A cry of fate.
It was alarming.
A silhouette.
Black and Big.
Near the tree.
Like a Horror movie
Can't move. Can't talk.
Can hear a humming sound.


A loud Bang!
I woke up.
Distorted thoughts, nervous heart.
Like a horrid dream.
It began fading away.
I woke up.
To a new horizon.
To a new ray of sunshine.
To a warm and hugging daylight.

-Mila

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