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Story of a Little Girl
Contributed by
BlackFire9786
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Saturday, 14th June 2003 @ 03:25:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Lying on the park bench
Staring up through the rain
Falling like the blood of all the world’s victims
Falling like the tears from all the world’s pain.
The lightening flashes bright
Illuminating a sad sight
And the thunder from the angels’ screams
It’s all I hear, all I see.
I see kids on the sidewalk
Sirens and lights going every which way
I see parents and kids in a nice warm home
I see parents and kids….murdered on the subway
I try to close my eyes, and dream of other worlds
But the gunshots and sirens can’t let me do so
So I once again open my eyes, to see a little girl.
I would help her, I can’t even help myself though.
I sit up, let her sit on my lap
Gave her my jacket, and gave her my hat
We sat together, watching our world crumble
Will u take me home? I heard the girl mumble
I wanted to answer, I haven’t anywhere to take u
But I looked into those sad little brown eyes
And somehow I knew
She had no parents, had no home
So I told her I would help her find somewhere to go.
I looked back out into the world with a fresh born hate
A fury so deep my hands started to shake
The angels, I saw, had reason to scream
Good Lord please, help this little girl, don’t waste your time on me
We lay back down on the bench, the little girl and I
As she drifted off in my arms, she started to cry
I hugged her and held her as I knew no one had ever done
And felt another surge of hate towards everything and everyone
I slept for an hour or two, through many fitful dreams
When I awoke the child was gone, I didn’t think she would leave
The rain was coming down harder, it was starting to hail
I wondered what happened to the little girl, where was she now?
I found a tree for shelter, got a few more hours’ sleep
A while later I woke once again, to the squeal of tires and a car horn beep
I got up, shook off the dirt and the mud that had been my bed
I then walked to the large crowd in the street, to see who else was dead
At first I heard nothing, no sirens, people, or screams
As I looked into the cold dead eyes of the little girl I see
I saw the man who did it, still holding a gun in his hand
Apparently he was the father, they had an uncanny resemblance her and this man
I screamed at him and took out my knife, I headed toward the scene
Lucky everyone held me back, so all I did was scream
The police came for him, and before he left I asked “how could u just take her life away?”
Before being pushed into the back seat he looked in to my eyes,
He replied with a tone of hopelessness “Look around, it happens every day”
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BlackFire9786
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2003-06-14 03:25:00]
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Re: Story of a Little Girl
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by MoonlitAngel on
Saturday, 14th June 2003 @ 11:36:09 PM AEST
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Wow... that's so sad... I don't know what else to say.
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Re: Story of a Little Girl
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by The_Phantom on
Monday, 16th June 2003 @ 11:50:47 PM AEST
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I agree with Moonlite, tis very sad, but I enjoyed the read.
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Re: Story of a Little Girl
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by wild_heart_of_fire on
Tuesday, 24th June 2003 @ 12:49:35 AM AEST
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And the thunder from the angels’ screams
It’s all I hear, all I see.
- i like, i like much. :) another awsome write lisa. i love the story...i've read it before and i'm happy that you put it on ypdc. best wishes.
Your Twin,
~*riki lynn*~ |
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Re: Story of a Little Girl
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by gery_giggles on
Wednesday, 25th June 2003 @ 08:54:38 PM AEST
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| this poem made me cry, it is very good. |
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