A Life Lost

Gaping wounds tell it all
a child lost only to find
what was left of her life.

With no hope in sight
she runs away so long
reaching the jagged edge.

Will she jump or just turn
her mind says just do it but
God screams, it's not time.

Stand strong for a while
I will carry you through
until the dark clouds clear.

Tears stain her tiny face
so tired and full of fear
she can no longer bear

Her blood soaks the floor
scattered pieces of a child
now a sad memory of life lost.




Ariauna Bopp
September, 2006