uranusbluedanger1
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At Governor's School, we were made to write a poem or a story about a person that we had considered strange or an outcast during our childhood--I wrote both a story and a poem, but here is the poem. Elba was an old neighbor whom all the kids feared for no reason at all... and so if you kicked your ball onto her terrace, you just didn't go and get it.
Elba's Poem
Perhaps it was your gentle tone
That made you an outcast.
You always did enjoy the silence,
The darkness of your room,
And the shadows that danced
Against pale blue walls.
I can see you rocking on your chair
Trying to read a book
But yammering of the noises
That lived only in your head
As you cackled and grinned
In your despair,
Because you wept for the son
You had not seen in five years.
You once said you lived
From your memories,
Yet you seldom remembered
Your daughter, whom you
Affectionately called Molly,
Though her name was Andrea.
And now that you are gone,
You are missed.
Those memories of yours
Are spared and imprinted
In my memory.
For, I can not
Forget the
Outcast...
Elba's Poem
Perhaps it was your gentle tone
That made you an outcast.
You always did enjoy the silence,
The darkness of your room,
And the shadows that danced
Against pale blue walls.
I can see you rocking on your chair
Trying to read a book
But yammering of the noises
That lived only in your head
As you cackled and grinned
In your despair,
Because you wept for the son
You had not seen in five years.
You once said you lived
From your memories,
Yet you seldom remembered
Your daughter, whom you
Affectionately called Molly,
Though her name was Andrea.
And now that you are gone,
You are missed.
Those memories of yours
Are spared and imprinted
In my memory.
For, I can not
Forget the
Outcast...