Emma Lee

True story of a friend of mine.

There is a little girl 

her name is Emma Lee 

little does she know

how much she means to me.

But there is a sad story 

that follows this little girl 

a sad tale of pain and lies 

that changed the view of the world.

There was a man of twenty-seven 

that lived in her small house, 

with her family he would stay 

she was smaller then a mouse.

Still a kid

not yet a teen

this man took her clothes 

and crushed her dreams.

She lied and lied about this guy

saying all was fine and right

until one day it all came out

on that cold and cloudy night.

He went to court 

he did some time

all was calm

it all seemed fine.

Three years later

he was back again 

doing the same thing 

he did back then.

Emma would deny the truth

she wouldn't tell a soul,

I knew something was sure not right

by the way it took its toll.

I sat her down 

and talked to her 

found out what 

she had endured.

I drove her down 

to see someone

I told the cops 

to get this scum.

They did their job

they got the guy,

I wonder this

oh why God why.

Never will 

she be the same

I hate that guy 

cause he's to blame.

This is the story 

of Emma the girl

a tale of great sorrow 

that corrupted her world.

Author's Note

This is a true story of one of my friends so please no rude comments

Reviews

[heido]

It's very literal, which is rare in poetry, seeing as poetry is more often the not metaphorical. It's refreshing and carries well enough along a story line.
Perhaps if I might suggest, breaking convention and rhyming schemes. Things can turn out so incredibly powerful when the full scope of ones vocabulary is allowed to go wild and take any form it needs to.

[Theresa]

I got chills reading each line feeling for what your friend had to endure. This only proves that you are in deed a great guy and most of all a great friend. The story over powers the poem.

[Sharkapillar]

Give this chick a hug for me, holy crap. The people in this world...do we have any decency whatsoever? I'm going to lock this guy in an iron maiden.
The poem, though, was marvelous. Keep up the awesome work.
♥
~Blessed Be