Submissions by PoeticJustic3

He sat there,  on the charred stump,  thinking hard.  I didn't know what he was thinking about, but by the excessive lip chewing and foot tapping,  it looked very important.  As he kept thinking,  his foot gained momentum. Soon, the taps blurred into one continuous noise,  making me squirm internally.  Just when I thought I was about to snap he stopped.  
 "Home, " he said. "I must go home. "
I stood,  bewildered and clenched my fists.
  "Home?  The same place that we just escaped from? " I threw my bag on the ground,  causing the thing inside to...

Blood red
She's dead
   He tries recucitation
But there's a complication.

   Stone cold
Death's hold
  Her hand he grips
Till ice is his fingertips

  Love struck heart
Shattered apart
Happiness never more,  forever more
  Will it stay shattered upon the floor.

   Tries but fails
To escape from his hell
   Tries to quit crawling
But always keeps on falling.

   As he looks outside at the winds that billow.
    He crumbles as he remembers his Weeping Willow.