And He Came

by Scwhirlz

Published December 15, 2004

Hey all I'm new and just wanting to see what ya'll think of some of writing. This was my very first poem I wrote in about three years and was wanting to get some criticism. So here goes.....




And He Came




She was about seven

Maybe going on eight

She still retained her aura of childlike innocence

He fed from it

The clock missed the strike of one

Though he didn’t

Nor did he miss the strike of two or three

She wasn’t ready for this

God no

She wasn’t

Screams sound off into the streets

Yet only one came

Him



She was seven

Going on eight

Her birthday would be at exactly one

Tears from a mother

Tears from a child

On the floor

A broken mirror

A child once was

Never to be

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Veritas
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Veritas wrote a review Review · Jun 28, 2011

Woa, okay that was unexpected. Poor child. :( The atmosphere was set from the beginning and stayed consistently dark. Very good writing skill, that is. I could picture everything (unfortunately). A good, and sad, read to be sure.

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Matt Bellamy
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Matt Bellamy commented Comment · Dec 20, 2004

I liked the atmosphere of this poem. Good work.



We think in generalities, but we live in details.
— Alfred North Whitehead