Poem. =3

I wrote this when i was in form two i think.

Found it in one of my homemade "school diary".

Well here goes nothing.

Tear off the clouds, and you'll see the sun

Tear off your worries and the day begin.

Mend and heal the wound inside,

Laugh and wave your worries aside,

Perhaps the world will deem brighter

And the sun will shine today.

The rain and tears a dust of the past

The sorrow fades away.

Slowly, a path will open

And hope will rise within

Slowly the stab will turn into a sting

And dissolve into a dull ache.

The aching heart will start to mend.

And soon, none but a scar.

To remind you of a battle of rage.

The bloodied wear of war.