(untitled) Poem by Leah Rochelle

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Rating: 3.0


In the cold, still night,
A scream could be heard.
The people whisper;
The people ignore.
For if they act,
They will be next.

Silence was followed.
All was still.
Deep crimson stained the path.
The figure lay froken.
Eyes deep pits of fear,
She stared at the stars above.
Now fading,
She cried, 'Good bye.'

After her breathing stopped,
Menacing laughter could be heard.
As he walked away,
Darkness consumed him.

Those who kill
Will be trapped forever,
Locked inside themselves

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Unnikrishnan E S 22 January 2017

Hi Leah, Another poem expressing the agony of crimes happening in this 'civilized' world of ours. But- Those who kill Will be trapped forever, Locked inside themselves They may escape law; but not themselves.. Exquisitely stated...100++

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Leah Rochelle

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