You wrecked my world, you took what was mine
In a real-life horror, my Columbine
Why does this killer inherit such fame?
When she's just a number, a ghost with no name
Over a dozen died on that date in July
Deprived of life, too young to die
How could you do this? It hardly seems fair
What a sinister script, my worst nightmare
You played the villain, you caused such strife
Such little regard for human life
You unleashed your fury, let bullets fly
And robbed me of my last goodbye
But this ain't no movie, it's all too real
I bare the scars that will never heal
I often remember, sit and ponder
Her absence makes my heart grow fonder
Why did you take her when others live?
A cruel twist of fate, yet I'm meant to forgive?
So many questions, so much to answer
I've no means of escape, I'm ill with cancer
Ease my suffering, relieve my pain
Give me my big bang, let me rise again
For this tunnel is dark, I can see no light
I just cannot forget my darkest night
Like the last comment 'raw emotion', very sad and powerful writing. A very good poem about a tragic event. I find that I write my best stuff about true events.....yes very good.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great tribute. Why do these things have to happen? ? ? ? |