Written months ago, but never posted... I wrote this after the school shooting in CT, and everyone was asking 'where was God'? Well...this was my opinion. Take it or leave it.
28 Pieces
“No,” I
urged softly
“Please
don’t lie.”
He
hesitated, but powered on anyway
“No, mama, I
didn’t touch it.”
And a few
pieces of my heart fell to the floor
A few years
later he’s at school,
Telling
stories so the boys think he’s cool
“Shh,” I
whispered, “That’s mean, don’t repeat it.”
And he
didn’t hesitate, he just spit it out.
And a few
pieces of my heart fell to the floor.
Now he’s in
high school,
Yelling at
his mom, sneaking a smoke now and then,
“You know
this is wrong,” I said, “Please stop.”
He sucked in
a deep breath and dissed his mom again
And a few
pieces of my heart fell to the floor.
Soon he’s
graduated and moved on
He says he’s
all grown up now
And doesn’t
need me anymore
I beg him to
let me help, and to invite me on his journey
But a few more
pieces of my heart fall to the floor
He grabs the
gun and slides the bullets in
I cry,
yelling over the wall he’s built
“PLEASE!
Don’t do this! I can help you!”
But he walks
away, breaks into a school and takes lives
In all,
twenty-eight pieces of my heart on the floor.
