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Trisha Yopp Poem
The blood rains down this gloomy day
The angel whispers upon my face
Her halo crumbled to the fiery pits
below The heavens rumbled and
screamed as the devil arose
He grasped her wings she wimpered
and cried knowing that hell was
coming alive The tears streamed down her
face as she fell from grace never to return
her wings would surely burn.
Copyright © Trisha Yopp | Year Posted 2009
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Trisha Yopp Poem
As the storm moves in the pain moves out
trying to protest against the tears pouring out
then the wind blows in and shifts my pain again
to an angry rage that will never win. I turn to
face what has disturbed my past only to reface
the demons wrath.
Copyright © Trisha Yopp | Year Posted 2009
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Trisha Yopp Poem
On the day you died the angels cried I
wasn't ready for you to go, although it was time
I couldn't watch you be put into that shallow littlw hole
The reception was lovely friends and family came
The truth is it is hard to watch your dad pass away
Flowers upon flowers crissoned your grave
The wind blew, the dust rose and in my heart I know
that it will be hard for me to go on
Oh how I miss you, you may never know but as long as
I am your child a part of you will still go on
I always knew that I was blessed to have te dad that I had
So maybe one day if the lord permits I will see you again
and we can pick up were we left off.
Copyright © Trisha Yopp | Year Posted 2009
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