Growing up fast

November 29, 2010
By Anonymous

Deep red satin
Blood stains on the floor disfigured and forgotten
The gun goes off
A little boy slowly melts away
Leaving his red bowtie
Disfigured and forgotten
Down his familiar path where everything is ok
Where he is never forgotten
That’s where he grew up
His regular adolescent life now shattered with a bullet
His childhood
Disfigured and forgotten…
No words come out of his swollen throught
A little boy drops his bowtie
And is now…
Disfigured…












And…



Forgotten.


The author's comments:
this poem is me trying to put out my emotions when my uncle tried to commit suicide and lived.

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