Leah Rochelle Poems

The silence was deafening;
Nothing but hte whispers of the night's wind.

Her eyes reflected the silver of the moon,
...

She looked out into the night
She cluctched her chest
Everything was starting to consume her
Possessing her every being
...

In the cold, still night,
A scream could be heard.
The people whisper;
The people ignore.
...

In the dark forest
The screamings occured
No one would listen
So no one was heard
...