Maya was murdered behind
Union station while beggars held out their
Rainboots for change and while the
Diner workers made food until fully
Exhausted and hobos hung out along the stair
Rails smoking cigars
She was once beautiful until
He took it away and left bruises in her
Eyes which were a dusk fall evening gray
While her mother paced the porch and dad
Racing home their baby never returned
Only her memory had burned deep into
Their minds and hardened their souls
Everyone hurt when Maya didn't say no
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 4:31 PM UTC
Maya was murdered behind
Union station while beggars held out their
Rainboots for change and while the
Diner workers made food until fully
Exhausted and hobos hung out along the stair
Rails smoking cigars
She was once beautiful until
He took it away and left bruises in her
Eyes which were a dusk fall evening gray
While her mother paced the porch and dad
Racing home their baby never returned
Only her memory had burned deep into
Their minds and hardened their souls
Everyone hurt when Maya didn't say no
My first time at writing this style poem. It was fun mixing fiction with poetry.
(C) Maxwell 2014
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