Read Poem: GOODBYE EARTH, by Brooke Totten

Laying by the warm fire.
I cry to him but can’t hear me,
Help me get through this winter.
So I cry to everyone else who can’t hear me.
Again I say,
Help me get through this winter.
But no sound to hear.
I wish they could hear my blaze.
The red wall next to me.
Anyone, please hear me!
I think, but nothing is visible.
the water running dry,
The grass is no longer bright.
Trees with no leaves
The white cold starts to land so deep
The sticks crackle in the fire, fading now
But now I hear the settling voice
His voice, He’s here.
Now I can be safe
The trees are taller than the world
The red wall is no longer dripping red
A house so big it haunts me.
I could only see the smaller picture
But now I know it’s not all
No, this is home.