I gotta talk

I gotta talk

A Poem by Annabelle Lee

-Okay Guys-
Touchy subject for a lot of people, me included. I swear when I went outside last night to cuddle my dog, I broke down. I told him about everything and cried my eyes out. 
Bear with me, I gotta talk.
Thanks for being so loyal
-Annabelle
Sandy Hook
Newton Connecticut
Words that meant nothing to anyone before yesterday
The minute news hit the stands, the world froze
Worse than Nine Eleven, but then, how would I know?
I wan't there, when he lit up the school
No, I had my own classes to go to
Not that I could have done anything, from several states away
I just don't see how life can go on for anyone today
We all know kids around that age
I see them all the time, walking down the grade school hallway
How scared the last one must have been
Watching the man take away all her friends
The police so worried about the investigation, left the babies lying on the floor
The animal shot himself! It's not like we need to know any more!
Fog all around me last night, as I stepped out into the crisp air, how fitting
The sun broke through it a few hours ago. still gloomy where I'm sitting
Nobody's walking the streets, it's a lonely Saturday
Only giving me more time to think my brain away
My Daddy sits over there, not knowing how to put into words
What he's thinking, which is so much worse
He's telling me these things, as I'm typing my lines
Helping him find the words, that sound just right
He says the human race is broken, 
And tells me things in a voice softspoken
It happened so far away
But it feels like we barely got away
Pro-gun, anti-gun using these kids to prove their point
People always believing guns and death are conjoined
It could have easily been done with a knife, or his hands
He could have done it had he not even been a man
Something no teenager wants to hear her daddy say?
He killed a man with a shovel, several countries away
Blame it on the guns, blame it on T.V. 
While everyone's screaming "Don't blame me!"
I'm sitting here, writing my life away
Not knowing how to cope with yesterday
Please, please, please, I'm told there's a God
If there is, why'd this happen? Correct me if I'm wrong
But he's supposed to love us all equally, and treat us like so
What purpose has he to take away a bunch of five and six year olds
Our only signal of remembrance, our porch light
And people remembering left theirs on all night
Question and comment all you want
It won't do much good, they're already gone
I've gotta go, I need to just stop
Sorry if it's too much but thanks for letting me talk

© 2012 Annabelle Lee


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Great write thank u for sharing! :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Annabelle Lee

11 Years Ago

thank you
Horror and outrage is the appropriate response. Thank you for sharing your thoughts.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Annabelle Lee

11 Years Ago

Thank you for reading, Ricochet.

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Added on December 15, 2012
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Tags: newton, shooting, elementary, death, massacre, connecticut
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Annabelle Lee
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Hello everyone I am Annabelle Lee. I am FINALLY, after June 12, the ripe old age of fifteen. I'm a poet. I want to write novels, as well, but those do not belong on this site in hopes that someday .. more..

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