The Pollen? Or the Bee?

The Pollen? Or the Bee?

A Poem by Treble

After a phone call from a friend
Telling her she's rotten,
And after getting shoved
Into a locker,
She lays
On the cold hard floor.
Writhing in pain,
Her hands grip the phone.
She decides to call,
Her cut wrists bleeding profusely.
The now red phone dials;
The EMT's knock at her door.
When no one answers,
They break the door open.
A lifeless body lays on the floor,
Along with the tears of a mother
Who never knew
About the endless torment
Her little girl faced.
At the funeral,
The speaker says,
"The knife may have slit her wrists,
But it was the people who put it
In her hand."

© 2017 Treble


Author's Note

Treble
Written in 2016

My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

55 Views
Added on December 3, 2017
Last Updated on December 3, 2017

Author

Treble
Treble

About
Hi, I'm a young adult, and I love writing poetry and the occasional short story. more..

Writing
Mercy Mercy

A Poem by Treble