The moment ashes covered the land that sat the monument of your childhood
Part of you died that night with everything else in the house
You watched your mom beg and plead that if there was a God that he would somehow find a way to let water spill from above and stop the tragedy in front of her.
You helped your father take out the one thing that brought your family together in times nothing else did, the piano.
You were helping everyone else but yourself.
As you watch the house cave into nothing so were you.
Your soul was shattering with the bullets that flew like WWll due to your dad's gun collection.
You may have saved your parents from death that night
But nothing saved you.
No one held you and let you cry till your lungs almost burst.
You were the strong one.
But even the strong collapse,
Just like houses.
YOU ARE READING
My bleeding heart
PoésieI have written a lot of poetry and thought it would be nice to post on here. Every poem that is posted is by me from my brain. please do not steel but you may share. thank you , hope you enjoy!
