What The Thunder Said, Vol 4 | Page 55

As I fell,

A small paper fell out,

“What's that?”

I looked at it,

And tears ran down my face,

It was her.

Her sweet smile,

Her big brown eyes,

Her pink cheeks,

Her positive energy, (imagery)

My sister.

She was taken away,

By who, I’m not sure,

But I’ve looked everywhere,

And I finally found it,

Her captive’s home.

It was dark,

It was filthy,

It was horrific.

I couldn’t imagine her suffering,

But tonight it ended.