by Mikkella
Wow is right!
Trapped in a place she didn't want to be
Dying from a love that was filled with hate;
All she was has been torn asunder
Her only peace is the gun's last thunder.
A most powerful write with which to explode upon the scene.
Welcome to Lit.
with a twist that shook me until I was almost rigid when I read the following words: "Not hearing little footsteps, nor seeing me there."... What a terrible thing for a child to see.. Brilliant, extremely well done poem.