The tears fall from the heavens,
silently the Angles cry.
A little girl is about to die.
She walks quietly down the lane,
overwhelmed by the pain.
It's so unberable she can hardly breath,
from its body her soul longs to leave.
From his window
he watched it all,
as the girl he hurt began to fall.
His mom stood at the door,
as the little girl drowned.
From her no sympathy could be found.
Tears fall from the Heavens,
and God roars.
While the little girl
stands at his doors.
A contest entry
- THE BEST OF YOUR BEST by Whispering Wind.
900 points, ended April 16, 2008, 28 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Love Turned Bitter by MrsJones.
450 points, ended May 9, 2008, 32 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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You did a great job, I could feel your pain as I read. Thanks for taking the time to enter.
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Your words have reached inside and pulled the tears from my heart...You painted a picture of such pain and suffering...Niaish so much for sharing and for entering
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WOW! I have chill bumps from this one...amazing write...words and meaning so deep and strong...true to life and reality for too many.
Excellent work!
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that literally gave me shivers. i can imagine some type of demonic voice saying this like a bed time story. its as if no one cares for her--- except those angels who cry for her. and i love how you personafied(sp?) God, and he roared(hopefully of anger) at her knock. you really make it seem like it was a 4 year old girl who had her heart broken. and everything was jut perfect. i really like your poems
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