National Poetry Day Message Poem by Olivia McCammon

Liz Brownlee ♦ October 6, 2016 ♦ Leave a comment

To a helpless criminal

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Blood and poverty drowns us,

yet in the blanket of darkness

stars of hope still shine on me.

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Death is the water that turns

a magnificent fire of life

into black ash.

My family lost their flame,

the day they turned away from the stars.

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My silver lights may still be shining

but they will darken without you,

this is a message to a lazy criminal

that has a heart of stone,

this is a message to you.

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© Olivia McCammon  (12)