February 28, 2011
By Katelynn16 SILVER, Boyne City, Michigan
Katelynn16 SILVER, Boyne City, Michigan
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Shay sits at the little lunch table…
At only eight years old,
She’s had more pain
Than the average adult could bear.
She quietly looks down at the tattered brown lunch bag,
Too miserable to eat,
She stares at the emptiness around her,
And wonders what she did wrong.
Her face holds no emotion,
When a cruel little girl turns around and says…
“Shay your mommy is a murderer”
She just melts into the darkness of her mind
Enjoying the escape from reality,
Wanting to stay there forever.
But soon,
She is woken up,
Her daddy makes her dress nice,
And they head to a filled courtroom.
Her mother is seated in front,
Dressed in an orange suit,
She hears them ask…
“Did you murder your son?”
Then the cold “yes” sends Shay away again,
She lets herself sink deep this time.
She really wants to stay,
The last thing she feels is a firm hand taking hers.
Her body leaves the satisfied courtroom,
But her mind stays.
Her father doesn’t know how to wake her up
He has tried everything,
But she’s lost
And somehow he still wonders how this happened
He lost his wife, son, and now his daughter
She isn’t living
But he’s been blinded by sadness
And now Shay sits
Staring at the back of her eyelids
She has finally found a way to stay in the darkness

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