Closed Off
Cleo stubbed her toe
Thats it
All the furniture had to go!
Cleo burned her tongue
Oww, that's not fun
All the food went out the door
Cleo cut her finger on the page
Oh the horror, oh the rage
All the books in the fire
Now she huddled in the empty
Hungry
Soul less
Room
And feared the light that kept her warm.
She locked the world out
And herself in
And she had nothing left
Poor Cleo
Copyright © Autumn Rose Wood | Year Posted 2009
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