*First of all it is a poem.
*Secondly it was written yesterday while it was lightning outside - no rain though.
*Thirdly it is written in third person with the main character 'Lucy' not being myself.
I hope you like it and can give me some feedback or critizism again and maybe we can start a discussion about some themes eventually.
Quote:
Lightning
Outside it's lightning,
A little girl lies in her bed,
It seems as if she's somehow sad.
The night is dark,
The girl is thinking a lot,
But we don't know about what.
No stars appear in the sky,
Lucy still seems to be worried,
I wished I knew what in her heart is buried.
If there is wind, she cannot see,
While staring out of the window side,
For her the sky seems way too wide.
Whether there are clouds,
She does not bother looking,
Wild thoughts in her head are cooking.
Flashlights are the only thing she sees,
They brighten up the dark sky,
A glimpse of hope ceases her cry.
For a moment there seems to be light,
Little girl starts to shudder.
Her heart knows how to stutter?
Then it is pitch dark again,
She begins to weep,
Fear unexpectedly begins to creep.
Darkness surrounds her little body,
Confusion surrounds her little soul,
She feels as if she fell into a black hole.
She cannot find a way out,
It's too somber and lightless
For our small Miss.
Physically as well as emotionally,
She feels like blind,
Not seeing anthing more than nothing in her mind.
It's all an illusion,
But she is too young to understand,
That she can only get up by her own hand.
She feels inexistence and emptiness,
Yet her head tells her to stop,
Immediately to quit her sob.
But it is in no way easy for her,
Ignoring what and how she feels,
She's sensing that this her last breath steals.
Finally she splinters,
Lucy doesn't exist anymore,
All of her parts somehow tore.
Yet her heart remains as a whole,
It got all dark and black,
But then the lightning came back.
Outside it's lightning,
A little girl lies in her bed,
It seems as if she's somehow sad.
The night is dark,
The girl is thinking a lot,
But we don't know about what.
No stars appear in the sky,
Lucy still seems to be worried,
I wished I knew what in her heart is buried.
If there is wind, she cannot see,
While staring out of the window side,
For her the sky seems way too wide.
Whether there are clouds,
She does not bother looking,
Wild thoughts in her head are cooking.
Flashlights are the only thing she sees,
They brighten up the dark sky,
A glimpse of hope ceases her cry.
For a moment there seems to be light,
Little girl starts to shudder.
Her heart knows how to stutter?
Then it is pitch dark again,
She begins to weep,
Fear unexpectedly begins to creep.
Darkness surrounds her little body,
Confusion surrounds her little soul,
She feels as if she fell into a black hole.
She cannot find a way out,
It's too somber and lightless
For our small Miss.
Physically as well as emotionally,
She feels like blind,
Not seeing anthing more than nothing in her mind.
It's all an illusion,
But she is too young to understand,
That she can only get up by her own hand.
She feels inexistence and emptiness,
Yet her head tells her to stop,
Immediately to quit her sob.
But it is in no way easy for her,
Ignoring what and how she feels,
She's sensing that this her last breath steals.
Finally she splinters,
Lucy doesn't exist anymore,
All of her parts somehow tore.
Yet her heart remains as a whole,
It got all dark and black,
But then the lightning came back.
