By: Noel T.

So much depends

upon,

a young child sob-sob sobbing

for the loss of his family,

with a broken heart.

 

 

By: Noel T.

So much depends,

upon,

a sorrowful ghost,

longing to see it's living family.

 

 

By: Noel T.

So much depends,

upon,

a yowling cat,

screaming in the cold, cold, winter wind.

 

 

By: Noel T.

So much depends,

upon,

a young child,

wondering why,

pondering how,

his parents died,

and 

he just cries,

cries, why did they die...?

 

By: Noel T.

So much depends,

upon,

a golden light, 

leading the way,

through the sorrowful night.

 

By: Noel T. 

So much depends,

upon, 

a young child,

a young child whos lost,

lost in his way,

lost without his parents,

without his family,

he sad, sadder,

sad as can be.

 

By: Noel T.

So much depends,

upon, 

a freezing dog,

shivering in the ice,

wondering why,

wondering why,

they abandoned him.

 

By: Noel T.

So much depends,

upon,

a sad, sad, child,

screaming at the world,

hating it,

fearing it,

oh why,

why did they die...?

 

Noel T.

For, nothing,

everything has come,

for no one shall see the sun,

we all cry, because our relatives die,

and that isn't very fun.

 

Noel  T.

(note from the author)

I must stop writing sad poems,

it makes me wish many things,

sad things, happy things,

but all are all the same,

it makes me feel like no one has came,

 

No one has came is all the same,

for happiness is dread,

 

when you start to think you have read,

this isnt good at all,

for all of these poems are small,

i feel as if no one cares about me,

for sadness is all around thee.

 

 

(told from the point of a horrible wizard)

Noel T.

No one is nothing,

No one hates thy soul,

for if thee did they are a troll,

It may seem funny at first,

but let me tell you about my thirst,

i will not stop for any of that glop,

so you better get out of my way.