Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Apr 2013
Your lifeless body
So small and limp
Half way buried in the ditch
Of the back road country side in Georgia
Only six years old
And there clear as crystal clear moonlight
Deep within the windows of your soul
Fear thoroughly expressed
In those tiny cerulean blue angel eyes
How?
Why?
What menace placed such horror
In such small eyes?
What could strip away the innocence
Replacing it with an undeniable fear?
Your mother crying at the sight of you
Your father holding onto her
Breaking and folding
His only daughter
Daddy's little angel took flight
Thrown from the nest
By a force of pure evil
Unable to flap your wings
You fell into the mud
Drowned in fear
This is incomprehensible
How could this happen?
Why you?
What reason?
Is there no answer?
The fear in the eyes of an angel
Expressed purely in the cerulean blue eyes
Of a six year old beauty
Lifeless and half buried in a ditch
Lost in the pages of an obituary
Robert Guerrero
Written by
Robert Guerrero
708
     Timothy and Dreiliece
Please log in to view and add comments on poems