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.