This poem is dedicated to Will Norton, who was ripped out of a car by a tornado on his way home from his high school graduation. RIP, you will be missed by many.
Sucked into a whirlwind of hate,
thrown into a storm of anger.
You could of never known,
no way to prevent it.
They're still searching,
to fill the void you left behind.
You never deserved it,
but there was no was no way to prevent it.
You poor child,
I hope you find your way home someday.
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Poetry 1.0 (Completed)
PoetryAll of these are poems that I've written, and they are sorted into the order that I wrote them, so if you feel some of them are amateur-ish or bad, read the newer ones, or even check out my newest work in Poetry 2.0 :)
