A Poem

SOUNDS OF TERROR 

The sound of their voices, loud and clear

Dear God, I pray, as I cringe in fear,

Some days they hurt me, some days they just sneer

Some days they push me and call me queer.

The sound of their footsteps, oh so close,

Of terror I don’t need another dose.

I can hear them walking, and when they broke my nose,

Just to silence their footsteps I wanna break their toes.

The sound of their laughter makes me want to die

No other sound on earth can make me cry.

They chuckle and snigger and shove me that’s why

I jumped off the building and bid them goodbye.

The sound of their shock came in different ways

There was screaming and swearing and other dismays

But worse were the sobs and wails cause by the face

That will haunt them all of their days.