A KillingA Poem by Michelle LeaThis poem is very emotional, if you have a weak stomach don't read this one, it comes from the heart....VERY emotional! A slow miserable death of ones spirit, soul, mind and body.Taking someone's life__ no blades needed... no guns needed... just with words instead, just with fists instead.
The victim left__ just left, for dead... to bleed on the inside. As the killer just sits back and watches as she slowly dies.
A slow miserable death, words cutting deep into her soul like sharp knives piercing one's heart. Dragging her down word by word, shout by shout.
A killing of one's spirit, fists just pounding over and over until the beat is no longer in her heart. Bruises left in place, soon disappear on the outside... But left for life on the inside.
But where's the evidence? No proof in sight! Just left for dead night after night. The killer just gets away... with the killing. No gun. No Knife. © 2011 Michelle LeaFeatured Review
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Added on June 18, 2008Last Updated on April 7, 2011 Author
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