MurderA Poem by kyamBloodshed
Mark, what's wrong?
Tell me now Is she really gone? Tell me how What happened to her, tell me now I screamed silently in my head Tell me about it and how Is she really dead? The police and ambulance are there They made you get out fast All you could do is stare Remembering her at the last Her neck was messed up too You don't know what it was He shot her up, out of the blue Not knowing why or because They suspect foulplay The baby was on the bed You know what can they say But she really is dead
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2 Reviews Added on December 1, 2015 Last Updated on December 1, 2015 AuthorkyamClarksville, INAboutI have just recently started writing and am a mere novice. I enjoy short stories and poems. I've had an immense amount of pain in my life and I would say that's my greatest source of writing to heal.. more..Writing
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