She

Blood dripping from a knife

For every drop, another life

Fear, closing eyes

She wasn´t found until sunrise

 

She looked like she was fast asleep

In Gods hands, for him to keep

Red pillow, the corner of a street

With the leaves of fall as her bedsheet

 

They stood there; saw her, but didn´t really see

She was gone; she was free

Gone were the scars of childhood

In heavens arms, everything good

A place she could be understood

 

Who was to blame for her lying there?

Who put the leaves in her hair?

Who made her loose her way?

Who took away her air?

Who told her that they didn´t care?

Who made her so scared to share?

Who made life so unfair?

Who saw her cry her first tear?

Who made her life end here?

 

Blinking blue lights under the stars

To put the guilty behind bars

Even if the case was solved

A young girl never got old

The angels took her away when it got too cold

 

The sun came

The street was cleaned

Only old tape, no crime scene

The cool air got warmer

Not a mark where she had been

To live, to die, a butterfly

The leaves turned green

Author's Note

I shouldn´t post two poems in one day, but this just came to me as I was trying to sleep, and I just had to write it down. This is what happens when you watch a lot of crime shows and your in a sad mood.. ;) Hope you´ll read/review this one and "home" and that you like it :)

Reviews

[Revolutionary]

I post as many as I feel in a day.this is a great heart breaking poem.I like the way you ended this tragedy with a beautiful butterfly

[Johanna]

Thankyou :)

[zainul]

Wow! You wrote such a lovely piece with wonderful rhyming scheme.
I am charmed and impressed,Johanna.

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. This one is awesome and have the story quality to it . Many good lines to quote from...:)