28 Pieces

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.