A Wourld Going To Hell Poem by Rosetta Dove

A Wourld Going To Hell



A five year old boy
with a teddy cluchted to his brusied face
lying on the cold floor
Waits for his mom to love him again and not hit him anymore.

A scared face, a soul longing to be loved
A life taken by another...

A fifteen year old girl
with a blade in hand
making line after line
each alittle to deep

A screwed up life
a past wished it was all forgotten
a soul never loved

A solider with a gun
with a pen in hand
signing a letter good-bye
never got to see his unborn son

A wourld gone to hell
a life taken because of mistakes
a letter un-read.

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