Nothing helps

This is just a poem I wrote while I was sad it doesn't make much sense to me but hey what can you do? I hope you enjoy it anyway.

Small tears shed

they fall right on this bed

a broken heart shatters

as it's protector gets battered

a family is torn

it's been pricked by a thorn

no one can smile

at least not for a long while

 

children weep

at the sad sight

they even have a fright

they stand confused

wondering why

should they refuse?

their hearts hurt and souls burned

they leave their house and parents

 

The scene is bad

"what did they have?"

a cop asks

"no one knows,"

his partner grownes.

"what have these kids gone through?"

runs through all cops' minds

will they ever know?

 

Screams rise in the dark

tears are shed throughout the night

a gunshot is heard in the room

laughter penetrates in the minds of the terrified

helplessness weighs heavy on the innocent

what can anyone do to help

nothing can be said to help the ones who hurt

nothing can heal scars or broken hearts with holes

 

Author's Note

I hope it was enjoyable. I can only say that It may not rhyme but its still pleasureable. I was listening to "I think God can explain" by Splender when I worte this.