Her End

I watch and see her,

Stiff and still on the bed

That cold,

Metal,

Hospital bed

I look at her face,

Her cold,

Pale,

Lifeless face

And I imagine,

Her smile,

Her laughter,

Her movements

That is all gone

Her joy,

Her cries,

Her smile

All gone from that man,

That evil,

Heartless,

Worthless man

Who took her life,

Her soul,

Her family,

Her everything

And I stand and stare

Waiting for God to take her,

For her body to disappear,

For this pain to end.

Reviews

[Zoe Anne]

I love the imagery, and mood in this poem. It has such depth... Well done!

[LondonParis]

Wow!!!!!!!! You sound like sound like a forty year old not a twelve year old!!!!! Me I sound like a twelve year old!! Good job!!!!!

[Jane Doe]

ouch but vry worthy of my appraise and more go rach!!!!!!i1!i1i1i1i1ii1i1

[Loner]

i dont believe this u are just 12 yrs old. My Godness Gracious !!!!!!!!!!!! and such mature thoughts this goes for a big hug.

[Loner]

Beautifull expression such depth.