Isn't It Funny How the World Wants Happy Endings?

Isn't It Funny How the World Wants Happy Endings?

A Poem by Faithy

We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts, we make the world. - Buddha

Rich red liquid flows freely
It drips off the cold corpse
The murder never found and body never hearsed
Kidnapped, raped, and beaten
A little girl is crowd in a corner
Waiting for the rest to be stolen and taken from her
Tried many times
Her husband also helps
Their work always results in miscarriage and ends with no prevail
Taken long before due
The nine year old lies in a casket
He is way to young to look so plastic
He took her heart and stomped on it
She gave him everything
Everything didn't make him try to stay with it

© 2010 Faithy

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good work

Posted 10 Years Ago

good work

Posted 10 Years Ago

i like this pome its sad

Posted 13 Years Ago

i like it

Posted 13 Years Ago

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Added on January 7, 2010
Last Updated on January 11, 2010
Tags: death, murder, rape, blood, corpse, hate



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