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The following poem was created after I encountered one of the most
horrified tragedies in ones life especially when it is someone that
you love. I do hope that you enjoy.
Footprints Of A Grave! I`m looking down upon the soft Earth beneath my feet, Coming to the realization that these Miracles many will never meet, We always say, with pain in our soul, "It wasnA?t their time to die," But who are we to say, when it is time For them to say goodbye? I wish that I could say I Believe what I just said, But all I can feel is the cutting at my soul, And the tears my heart has bled, When I awoke the other morning, I saw a sliver of sunshine behind the clouds in the sky, And not once did I think that it would be The day that I would hear he died, As the calls started coming in, My heart solemnly fell down, As I heard of the confirmed deaths That occurred in my town, What hurts the most is Knowing all I can do is pray, While four lives were taken and Will never see another day, I hear the thoughts forming in my Mind about ending the pain, And try my hardest to throw them away for Death is only cause more agony again, To know that below me are The bodies of those we lost, Leaves me wondering why we let so many have guns, When people`s lives are the cost, The miracles God brought into this World were taken one at a time, As we were left in agony at the thought Of such an unthinkable crime, Each minute comes forth another prayer That their souls will rest in peace, And that each of them knows we`ll remember them, They`re alive, though deceased, Every day we`ll live our lives in honor Of those who no longer arealive, Living each day as though it is our last, And for miracles we are to strive, Share with everyone whom you care for From the bottom of your heart your love, For you never know what minute is their Last and they, too, might fly above, And when you walk upon the Ground in the cold and soft dirt, Know the graves are the footprints of the Angels who souls still walk this earth. |
