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Kyla Schmidt Poem
So many loud noises all around,
Screaming, yelling, to put the gun down,
as the tip of the gun reached your head, I cry out, take me instead,
Thrown to the ground praying on the way down
I lied there hopelessly knowing I can’t do anything to make it stop,
when I watched your own brother slowly squeeze the trigger,
I closed my eyes hoping that it was just a dream,
The last thing I heard that night was the echo of the bullet that perced through the
untouchable Justin
So much blood so much pain,
I crawled over to you wishing to hear you say everything was going to be ok,
I put my head on your stomach feeling the last breathe leave your body,
No more will you be there to talk to,
No more will you be there to comfort me when times get rough,
No more will you be there to make me laugh,
I just wish I could take this all back.
You were my best friend, my other half,
People say we were inseparable,
I guess they were wrong because now you are gone,
Leaving me all alone,
Lost and confused not knowing what to do,
Things will never be the same without you,
This empty space within me will never be filled,
My spirits of hope, happiness, are killed.
Copyright © Kyla Schmidt | Year Posted 2006
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