Bones Poem by Bethany Mujahed

Days comes and goes
Weeks comes and goes
Months comes and goes
Years comes and goes

Where is my loved one
are they dead or alive

Why aren't the cops doing anything to find my love one
Its like they never want to find my loved one

When something turns up
A shallow grive with human remains
barley barried in the ground

Still the cops does nothing
to solve the case of the bones

I already know
Those bones is my loved one
Why woult they tell me its him

Please come and tell me
I want to know

Once they start the investagation
They find the DNA and it turns out to be
my loved one

They come to my house
they say, 'Were sorry for your loss. We found the remains of your loved one.'

I start to scream
not believing that my loved one is dead
I start to say that he isn't dead
he's alive right here in this very room
holding my right hand


This poem is not real. I just made it up....