there was a girl by the road
a small crowd surrounding,
face flat on the ground
unconscious or dead
I'll never know
I wondered
if anyone cared for her so
and of the impact this day
would bring upon them
I wondered what her last words were
before she collapsed down and left
if she was on the other side
or looking upon the tragedy herself
I wondered
what her story was,
and if she ever told or shared it,
if she ever knew of trust
and if her life was full of grit and merit
or absolutely lacked it
YOU ARE READING
Feeling Indigo, how about you?
PoetryJust a thing for random stuff that sometimes go through my head. I think most of these are my failure attempts at a poem but I can't really write anyway.
