Words lost in melancholy, she glances down,
An abetting stuffed snowman, unique and grand,
Lost in the mail,
And looking at it, a poor innocent child yet to understand,
Until she found out it was from him.
The person that was supposed to read her bedtime stories,
That was supposed to protect her from the monsters under her bed,
The person that was supposed to love her most,
The person that should have told her everything was going to be okay,
Is gone.
Red blood squirts out, slowly sliding down her knee,
She wails in pain, the agonizing truth.
Distracted, her eyes drift towards the snowman once again,
Her little arms wrapped around the small snowman
The snowman is the only thing she has of him
Her heart slams into her chest
she fights back the tears as they threaten to come out
But they stream down cheeks in spite of her wishes
She harshly wipes her tears away
He was supposed to be there, she thinks
Help her; she wished
Save her; she needed
Love her; she plead
Her father.
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Poems
PoetryThese are just some poems I have wrote and continue to write with many different topics including this important to me and anything really.
