Oh what a Woeful Soul

Oh what a Woeful Soul

A Poem by Kyra Evalice
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This poem was originally written back in 2009 for a school project. It is inspired by the prologue of the novel "The Secret Lives of Sgt. John Wilson."

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Oh what a woeful soul,
laying in the cold bitter air.
Snowflakes falling gently on her hair.
The mother of a darling child,
not yet born. 
Dead in the snow.

Oh what a woeful soul.
Not known to the world,
dead in a culvert.
Blood upon her suit,
crimson staining blue.
Not a passer by in sight
knows of murder in the night. 

Only left to be lonely.
Scattered corsage
flitting in the wind. 
High above a horse,
unknown passer by. 
The dead tell no tales
and the wind can not speak.
She is left alone
murder unreported.

Oh what a woeful soul.
Only left to be lonely. 

© 2015 Kyra Evalice


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Kyra Evalice
Kyra Evalice

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