And this little piggy ran all the way home, only to find that all the love had been gone.
And so this little piggy began to roam,
With only the tattered clothes on her back and the meat on her bones.
Knowing every predator in sight would be waiting, gluttinous, hungry, selfishly waiting for her deep sleep. A sleep long enough for a painful feast.
But this little piggy kept her chin up high.
She may be alone but nothing ever turned her heart like the others; , purely stone.
Not exactly sure where to go, far was the idea she had already known.
Far from the predators, far from the pain. The reminders of the bang. ..bang..bang on that wood grain from mister evil wolf.
He loved to taunt her, belittle, remind her of where she had come from.
But this little piggy was far away from the big bad wolf now.
She can feel it, the freedom, the peace. All her Pain and suffering.
Justice was being done.
And this little piggy earned her keep.
All hail this little queen piggy, as she reigned in her throne.
#writings #sad #alone #hurt #poetry off the top of my head (at Smith’s)