Robert- 6/30/2011A Poem by NemoNelson
On a Saturday night
With a big kitchen knife A young boy of fifteen Takes his own life. The news shocked us all His teachers and friends It's hard to process When someone's life ends We went to his door, With lit candles and sang To show how we cared And to help with the pain Sometimes it's hard To see how our words Affect people we love To see how they hurt Robert, just know How much we loved you And although you are gone You're here with us too. © 2011 NemoNelson |
StatsAuthorNemoNelsonNVAboutThere really isn't much to say about me. I never really know what to put in these things. I'm 16. I write a lot, but most of it never makes cut. I'm very picky about my own writing, but I'll never sto.. more..Writing
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