This poem was supposed to be heart-wrenching.
This poem was supposed to be about a dysfunctional...

A Field of glistening splendor,
covered in gleaming snow...

As you walk in with a full box of beer,
sit on the couch and take a swig...

People come, People go.
It's a fact of life...

Before I met you I didnt believe in it.
Before I met you I said it would never happen...

I was that girl that was "different."
I was at the end of all the jokes...

You lay there in the hospital bed,
I cry and hold my head...

They scream until midnight, sometimes past.
Forever I hear their screams, forever they last...

You stand there, fist covered in blood.
You laugh as I sink into the mud...

Running.
Chasing...

The skies were black;
the streets filled with cries...

December 25, 1943
Mother was crying in the bedroom...