Sweet Laughter

A girl's last breaths of life are filled not with longing for her stolen life, but of a memory from long ago which still lingers on the breeze.

Lying there amongst the deadly blossoms
And tasting the bitter exilir of those honeyed words
That led her so far astray as to drink the cool waters
That slowly extinguished the life within
Not water at all,
But sour venom that was breathed down her throat
And which drips into her crimson blood
Racing through her veins like ice.
Her frigid lips parted in soundless wails
The pleas for one more chance
But which will not be given.
Alas, the vanity of her heart!
The girlish yearning for something more,
The childish thought that the voice which led her astray
Was harmless, that she was safe.
So wrong.....but 'tis too late for regrets now.
And as her life slips away and the soft velvet
Darkness of death envelopes her in its comforting warmth
Bringing end to the suffering and the useless fight
Against the taking away of something that was already lost
That which had slipped between her pale fingers
As quickly as water from the spout
Or blood from the wound,
She can only remember the sweet laughter
Of that summer so many years before.
She was too young to leave this earth in such a manner
As she did, listening to the foolish longing
That stirred in her veins when those sugar-sweet words were spoken
Meant only for her ears to hear,
The soundless promise of safety was naught but a lie
Covered by a thin film of deception.
Her honest mind did not sense the darker threat that lingered
Below the surface,
Like sharks beneath the water.
No, nothing was known but the breath-taking rush,
The music-like sound that filtered through her ears and to her heart
And the cinnamony scent brought on the breeze
The taste of pure joy on her tongue.
How could she have known that the tantalizing promise
That lay just beyond her fingertips was but a well thought out deception?
That the promises murmured to her ears and
That felt like fresh water fed to thirsty lips
And a parched body were untruthful?
And yet as she took her last precious breaths
She could not hold a single regret for what had been stolen away from her
Like a child snatched away in the dead of night,
No, all she could sense was the bittersweet memory
Of the sweet laughter of that summer so many years before.

Author's Note

This is a poem that came to me after reading an article about a 14 year old girl who went with a man on a drive and was murdered. Oh, how such precious lives can be stolen away with the simple slip up of one mistake...

This came from the heart.

My condolances to those who have lost a loved one to such a brutal manner.

~Kailani

Reviews

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"Her honest mind did not sense the darker threat that lingered
Below the surface,
Like sharks beneath the water." This is my favorite line :)
Very creative writing. I like the imagrey it's as if i can taste the cinnomin. Many innocent die becasue they are naive and trust in everyone. Well done.