Onto The Grave

by Rene   Oct 28, 2006


One infant cries alone in the depths of solitude
The mother is left without escape
The father, is nothing but an ignorant who is blinded by drugs and liquor
He reaches for scotch tape
And screams suddenly fill the air, quickly
He murders her, and on she goes onto the grave.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Katie Bug :)

    Yeah, i agree, interesting. I liked it though. It was short, to the point, and direct. It was amazing. It had so much feeling behind such a short story. Amazing.

  • 17 years ago

    by Nicole

    Wow. interesting poem 5/5.