The Night Molly Died

Fri, 02/12/2016 - 11:59 -- Avenria

Molly was a little girl

Her heart as big as the world

she carried life on her shoulders

and helped her friends

climb over boulders.

But when molly reached 17

she began to see

the life she carried wasn't hers

it was all a mystery 

she cried all day

and screamed at night

untill they found her 

curled up in the darkest corner

whispering her name

"Mollys dead" "Mollys dead"

was all that she could say

she could not fathom

more words but these 

 and as they looked into her eyes

it was nothing  they could see

for Molly dear was lost 

no more could she feel

her life was drianed as music played

an organ rang sincere 

"MOlly's dead" "Molly's Dead"

they all wail in black

the monotone of history

repaints the world 

it held intact

This poem is about: 
Our world


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