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Aug 2015
I withheld my breath as the shameful event appeared in front of me.
3 hearts died, yet their bodies were still standing.
How?
I learned, that one of those hearts had died long before this.
If I'd known, I might have saved him.
But my heart died too.
And unlike the others, my body gave.
Heavy, as it fell.
You can't catch yourself, I learned.

I cried a fearful tear as three hearts died.
Two bodies stood firm.
Their souls left weakened.
One the weakest
Until
His body died too.
Bridget Allyson
Written by
Bridget Allyson  Michigan
(Michigan)   
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