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Murder
Murder
Her dead brown eyes stared at me from her picture. Shiny blonde hair framed her oval shaped face. That fucking piece of crap of a car slammed into her innocent body. 15. 15 years old and lying in the middle of the street. He ran of course, like any coward would do. 17. 17 years old and running from the law, running from a life behind bars. Her friends cradled her limp body to the sidewalk. Screaming and crying the paramedics pulled them away. Pumping on her chest and blowing life into her lungs for over an hour all they could do was apologize. Just 21 months, not even 2 years since murder had struck. Sadness seeped throughout the house but outrage pushed against the windows. Forgiveness rarely comes to a family of 6 becoming one of 5….I will never forget you, I repeated 3 times. 3 more times for luck, I will never forget you.
Her dead brown eyes stared at me from her picture. Shiny blonde hair framed her oval shaped face. That fucking piece of crap of a car slammed into her innocent body. 15. 15 years old and lying in the middle of the street. He ran of course, like any coward would do. 17. 17 years old and running from the law, running from a life behind bars. Her friends cradled her limp body to the sidewalk. Screaming and crying the paramedics pulled them away. Pumping on her chest and blowing life into her lungs for over an hour all they could do was apologize. Just 21 months, not even 2 years since murder had struck. Sadness seeped throughout the house but outrage pushed against the windows. Forgiveness rarely comes to a family of 6 becoming one of 5….I will never forget you, I repeated 3 times. 3 more times for luck, I will never forget you.
Published 3rd Oct 2010
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4th Oct 2010 4:21am
your poem really pulls up very strong emotions. great job... I'm really pissed off right now after reading that and i don't know if its made up or something you experienced, but the fact is that we live in a world where this decrepit loathsome type of shit happens regularly, and it's sickening
7th Oct 2010 10:42pm
This is a true story. It didn't happen to me. I am retelling a story by a mother at a Homocide Memorial. I changed a few things but the story basically remains the same. It made me angry and sad but she also said that we should never forget out outrage and horror so that justice can be served.
