December 8, 1980

December 19, 2009
The way my heart felt,
like a crumpled wad of notepaper within my ribcage
the day someone told me you had died so many years ago.
Five bullets
from a shotgun,
And the man with his twisted mind,
who held the gun; it was his fault.
It was a day the world hung its head and weeped,
when Time itself took a pause from its toiling program,
and cried, too.
But then,
like a tiny butterfly tipping a scale,
they decided that
they would sing.
A rippling wave of silent song across the universe.
I wasn't there
but like a child slowly waking from a nightmare,
I can cry, too,
just as I can love a man
who died so many years before.

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Silver*Lily said...
Jan. 25, 2010 at 5:51 pm
Katie ...exuse me katherino is correct it is really good...and the lady gaga parts were my favorite.right right right right right WRONG!Lady Gaga =It was great EMi Gorgan!
Poet_in_Motion This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Jan. 25, 2010 at 5:54 pm
I think you've got the wrong poem Lil. Do you mean my "I Am From" poem? Thank you anyway. ;)
Silver*Lily replied...
Jan. 25, 2010 at 5:54 pm
Sorry that comment was for the first one!
kelwat said...
Jan. 20, 2010 at 6:33 pm
You are an amazing writer!
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