Jessi C Poet Lyric

Childhood Hangman

Drip drop, drip drop
The pitter patter against the window pane
The rickety rack
of the children out back
playing in the rain
and in the dark old dusty house 
a body lay in pain
a hue of color in a room so black
the hint of Rosey must
eyes shut tight
hands at her side
swinging too and fro
and in the darkness of the day
her spirit she let go

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