Ghost

I have no idea where this came from...

There is screams down the hall

Countless cries from them all

But who will face the endeavor

That may truly scar forever.

Not him

Not her

But this little girl will for sure.

Blood splattered on the walls

And a dozen cries suddenly fall

She continues down the hall

Following the splattered blood on the walls.

She sees his face

Which suddenly fazed

As the little girl looked him in the eye

He no longer could deny

The monster inside

Could no longer hide.

He drew his blade

And with a hateful rage

Went to cut this girl

But when the knife hurled

Into this little girl

The body dropped

Quieter than a pin drop.

She sat there on her knees

Crying full of pleas

For her mother who had been killed

And then the man's mind filled.

He had thought through the prior events

And looked down at the vent

Where his body laid

With knife in hand

Branded his chest

Never to move again.

He had killed the mother of his child

Seen the life leave her eyes

Then suddenly realized 

He could not bare the pain that lied inside

So, this man

Brought the knife in his hand 

To his chest

Never to breathe again.

Reviews

[cassandra ziemba]

wow, this poem is amazingly descriptive and emotional. the fact that the man killed himself because of what he did weighs on you and drags you in. it is amazing and has great detail.