Flying Away || Poetry

Memoir

When people die
At a mall perhaps
By a horrible person
Perhaps
With a horrible accomplice
Perhaps
And families lose loved ones
Perhaps
And everyone says
"They died"
Brushing it off like an old T-Shirt
I stay disgusted
Perhaps
Because they need a memoir
At least a short one
Because it's not right
That one human being
Lowers himself to killing
Other human beings
Without chance,
Without regret
So here is their memoir
From me
To you
These are the people that died
These are the people who don't see the sunrise this morning
These are the people who can't see their families ever again
These are the people who won't see the blue sky, the birds, the trees, and everything else in nature
The saddest thing
Is that we don't even
Know their names
And we're brushing them off

Author's Note: So guys, after the tragic event of last night, I decided to write a poem about it, and I know it's horrible, and so my point here is that I'm mad? angry? disgusted? with the shooter for lowering himself to the point of ending other people's lives, and I believe that every person SHOULD have a chance to live their lives, and PEOPLE HAVE BEEN RIPPED FROM THEIR FAMILIES!!! Without a chance to say goodbye!! And it's just, well, aggravating to see it all. Last night, I was watching TV (the news), looking at the mall parking lot, and I thought, "That's where I want to be, helping others get out and saving lives." I can't do that, obviously, but I dreamt about it too. Tell me your guys' thoughts in the comments section PLEASE. I want to know what you all think.

Xoxo,

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