The Poems of Wherever She Goes

Death by a Bolt

Death By a Bolt

If color's could speak–my world would be red

red as blood, and red as her's

now its blue

filled with sadness

why her i ask?

to who do i ask?

hush child, please don't cry,

life isn't fair, so please don't try

she's gone gone

from the hold of my hand

lost in the sky

from that tight hurt band

that stuck her, stole her, saddened her

soul

that lightning bolt

that broke all life

and burst a hole

in

my

heart

i see her head

shocked she was

when the wind blew by

and she didn't know

when she picked up a flower

that turned to dust

but I wasn't there

i wasn't there

and tears flood my eyes

when her little child came

and said

said...

"mommy dead"