Little Faces
ribs cracking, snapping, breaking
to every heart beat
until the heart stops beating
and the blood runs cold
and all the breath is gone
and the brain seizes to think
and the body grows cold
and rigor mortis sets in
and the coroner takes your body into his hands
and waits for you to tell him your story
of your untimely demise
and how you were too young to die
and the pain and bruises that were hidden from the world
and the fact that you weren't given the chance to grow
i am more sorry than you will ever know
that the world has treated you so
and the people just dont care these days
about a sad little lonely face
because it has nothing to do with them
or their lives
so they let it just pass on by
im sorry the world is so cruel and unkind
and people are too caught up in their lives
to care about a sad little lonely face while passing by
Copyright © Rebecca Taber | Year Posted 2011
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