The stains in the snow

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Poem I'm proud of.

Submitted: May 07, 2012

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Submitted: May 07, 2012




I still clearly remember,

And still feel the pain.

That cold, past December

In that dark, dreary lane.


The owls were all hooting

And the moon was aglow,

Then the loud sound of shooting

And the stains in the snow


The vacant white faces

Of the lifeless still forms,

The footsteps from chases

That ended at dawn.


The man with the gun,

He’d stared laughing at me.

Acting like it was all fun,

Just a game you see?


He lifted the gun,

Aimed it straight at my chest

I was too weak to run,

My heart his target, I guessed.


I heard the loud fire,

And I fell back in the snow,

My situation dire,

I had no-where to go.


The red around me was spreading

Faster than a jet

I didn’t know where I was heading,

But I knew I couldn’t die yet.


I remember an ambulance

And some flashing lights,

Did I have much chance

On that cold, winter night?


They said I’d be fine,

The bullet didn’t reach my heart

But I had lost something of mine,

A very special part


I thought he’d be okay,

I thought just maybe

But the doctors that day

Told me I’d lost my baby.


I hate you, you monster,

You killed my son.

If only that holster

Had kept hold of that gun.


They sent you to prison.

They locked you away

This pain and derision

This will never fade.


You’re behind bars for life

Good riddance I say.

You caused so much strife

And such chaos that day


However now you wont know,

The way you’ve left me pained

If only the snow

Had never been stained.

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