Poetry: Just can't stop thinking
I can't stop thinking
Thinking about this time
All the babies crying
Just wanting Christmas time
Through the eyes of my son
Not even four today
I wonder what they were thinking
What would they say
I hope to think
They thought it unreal
First bullet working instantly
There was no pain to feel
God took their souls
Just moments before
Lost one entered
Bringing evil through the door
He picked them up
Gently kissing their head
Taking them from the madness
They are all home, not dead
New Poetry from Loca
I think we all our in a state of soul searching and pain. I find relief through words, I hope all can find comfort somewhere. Prayers go out to the families, friends, neighbors, all involved.
