Last Night

My friends poem about our wonderful night at the Bastille concert last night! Check out her blog she’s almost at 1,000 views!

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Bastille

All together we share the sound.

waiting for what is to come.

Clapping hands and chanting loud,

now we know what has begun.

The cheering crowd stomp the floor,

the bass now banging at the walls.

Screaming now as he sings Flaws

and laughing while the drunk man falls.

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Sadness

Look into their eyes,
Admire the sorrow,
A cloudy grey,
Like the darkest of skies,

Read the sadness of their soul,
place your hand in theirs,
does it feel cold?
Your mind begins to lose control,

You feel their pain,
like it’s your own,
you fake a smile,
it becomes a bane,

As they speak,
they begin to stutter and sigh,
your heart sinks,
when did they become so weak?