With The Body Gone

Rare and sudden inspiration.Please read.

With the body gone, I

No longer see a beautiful bust,

Notice the tears with free release,

Begin to know thousands of new feelings.

With the body gone, you

Cry and cry,

Mourn and mourn,

Sob and sob, some more and more.

With the body gone, he 

Internally breaks and fails,

Externally stays strong for a man must not be seen crying,

Protects his daughter's pure body of innocence.

With the body gone, the World

Is one man short and three men larger,

Working to cover its unknown loss,

And keeps moving like the gears of solar powered clock.

With the body gone, God

Takes the soul,

Holds it carefully in his hands,

And admires the man who put the money on the table and said "here."

Author's Note

YAY! A poem! Please tell me what you think.

Reviews

[little bad puppy]

not bad, work on your pintamiter some. also you could use some visual blockers. but not bad keep it up. i mite also suggest put some feeling in there, pain, joy, anger, fear, go wild girl let it all hang out! show us your wild side.