Wind Poem by Alyssa Miller
Wind
Wind
Keeps blowing up the vents
Blows the curtains
Heats the floor
As they argue
And fight
Like war.
The family rips apart
And the wind still blows.
No money for rent
No money for food
No money for heat.
The family rips apart
And the wind still blows.
She cries
And hurts
Like never before
She gives her life
To stress
And tears.
The family rips apart
And the wind still blows.
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