In a World Where He Died

February 17, 2014
By Bella.Electra PLATINUM, Phoenix, Arizona
Bella.Electra PLATINUM, Phoenix, Arizona
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In a world, where November was darker,
Autumn brought us red leaves;
Scarlet,
Crimson,
His Blood.
A boy’s body is found,
Gashes separating skin.
And on the news,
We’d hear his pain;
Blood,
Ashes,
His life.
Nothing could be done anymore,
So would we suffer?
Would we mourn?
Or would we say it’s his fault. . .
For swallowing half the bottle?
Life,
Death,
His problem.
And perhaps I’d be stuck,
Wearing something black everyday,
Though I still think he was scum.
But I know I’d honor him everyday,
For in a world where black is darker,
The evil starts to seem light.
And when the bad tends to go worse,
That’s when our hearts reside.
Problem.
Solution.
His eternity.


The author's comments:
Just my thoughts.

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