She was just a little girl.
Filled with hopes and dreams.
She wanted to experience the world.
Instead the world stuck her in the high beams.
Her father was a drunk.
Her mother was on drugs.
When they got mad they put her in the trunk.
They never told her good job, tucked her in to bed, or gave her any hugs.
One day she started to cry.
Then, her father hit her.
He gave her a black eye.
When he threw her outside it all seamed like a blur.
She layed there on the lawn.
The snow was falling now.
She hoped to make it til dawn.
She had to get away somehow.
She was freezing cold.
Her dad had locked the door.
She decided to do something bold.
She would put up with this no more.
She left her humble abode.
She turned her back on it all.
She started walking down the road.
But she never pictured the fall.
The weather was cold and dicy.
She started walking fast.
The road was slick and icy.
She didn't know her next step would be her last.
She started rolling down the hill.
She landed on the icy lake.
She layed still.
Then she heard the ice break.
She tried to get back on her feet.
She fell through the ice.
The water was so cold it felt like heat.
She stopped moving, it felt so nice.
She felt safe for once in her life.
She had no more reason to hide.
Then the cold started to pierce her like a searing hot knife.
And then, in the next moment, she died.
She was only a girl.
She was only seven.
She hoped to see the world.
But what she got was heaven.
Author notes
Written August 7th, 2006
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I wonder at how the home could possibly be considered 'humble' when in every other sense known to man it's the opposite. Though I suppose on the outside it would appear that way, until you saw who opened the door, that is.
An incredibly sad story of a life barely begun. Yet I wouldn't doubt the fact that it could or has happened. Our world is cruel that way. The ending especially tears at my heart, her bold act to run away was taken to the extreme as her life was then released from her miserable life. A very fine piece of work this is.
Sweetest of dreams! ~D
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beautiful poem. wow. thanks for enterring
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good job chick. if you want you can read some of mine if you don't want more power to you. well i guess i will see you at school soon.
Toodles
Megan -
This was such a sad poem. Full of emotion. The strength of the girl seemed to show in the lines:
"She decided to do something bold.
She would put up with this no more.
She left her humble abode.
She turned her back on it all."
Unfortunately, the ending was quite sad. This poem really struck a chord with me. It was such a sad write, and even though not a factual story, it makes me think of the possibility that stuff like that happens to kids sometimes during the winter months. Very sad. Anyway, good write. Keep up the good writes.
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Thanks y'all. I'm really glad you like it.
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wow, this is so good...I don't like the beginning but I think the ending is her only way out without furture mental damage...I would know, I was put in foster care when I was 5 and adopted when I was 13...I also have feelings and heartache from losing people I loved and the people who didn't care, but as a poem I think it is good
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hey this is very very great poem you writtin it in a beatiful way its so painful but full of emmotion it remindes me from those times when i get upset and leave home adn dont know what to go,keep on writing yur talented
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No. Not a true story. That'd be too sad. I wouldn't even be able to write about it.
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is this poem a true story??? very painful indeed
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